Christmas Eve Lisa Moment

[fatimaner]

We're driving home after a lovely dinner. Stopped at a light beside us is a somewhat elderly pickup, and on the side it read:"

"HORSESHOER
512-###-####"

(Yes, there was a real phone number there. No, I don't remember it.)

Me, peering across and trying to read: Horses...hore. Horses whore?
Dean: *stares at me* Horse-shoer.

Merry Christmas!

Comments

[ebiannah]

If Leila hasn't officially adopted you as a sister, I'd like to.

You are us. We are you. Dean, be very afraid.