Wednesday, October 18, 2006

A Small Sample of What I Live With Everyday

Ellis has her hand to her ear, talking on an imaginary phone: (insert a pause between each sentence where she listens to the other party)

“Yeah, I’m on my way to work.”

“My dog is painted, so keep off the dog.”

“How are you doing with the computer? I’m painting the dog.”

“Can you? Because I have to do my work tomorrow.”

“Are you cooking?”

“Are you answering me?”

Then she hung up the “phone.”

For the record: We don’t have a dog, it hasn’t been painted any color and as far as I know, Ellis doesn’t have a job.

I believe my life at home could be be described as living inside a free verse poem. An epic saga that never ends.

Jon scribbled this mess on 10/18/06 at 12:14 AM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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