That Darn Wendy!
I showed up on Wendy's doorstep. She opened the door, scrutinized my outfit (black slacks, Ralph Lauren white, short sleeved polo shirt with a black collar, and my new Urban Outfitters black hat) and said, "You look like a golfer."
I recounted my tale of running away from a skunk the other night and Wendy incredulously asked, "You actually ran away from a skunk?" I replied, "Yes, I really did," as I made running movements with my arms. "And as you ran away, did a bucket of white paint fall down your back, too?" she quipped.
Why do I so often feel like my life is a cartoon?
I recounted my tale of running away from a skunk the other night and Wendy incredulously asked, "You actually ran away from a skunk?" I replied, "Yes, I really did," as I made running movements with my arms. "And as you ran away, did a bucket of white paint fall down your back, too?" she quipped.
Why do I so often feel like my life is a cartoon?
posted by Florence Yoo | 9:00 PM
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