February 7th 2008 3:56 pm
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And I'm not talking about Mitt Romney, whoever he is . . .
Mom heard this squishy, chewy, dog-being-naughty sound in the hallway just now, and since we already had our dinner, she knew trouble was afoot. She is too dang smart. I can hardly get away with anything anymore around here. Sure enough, I was in that hallway, chewing away on half of a kid's flip-flop. It was blue. Not pastel, but not quite navy - sort of a tasty cerulean blue.
Since there was not a wearable amount of flip-flop left, Mom picked up the gooey pieces and put them into the trash. Sigh. It was fun while it lasted. Does my tongue look blue, huh? Does it?