“Where is my sock?”
“Isn’t it over there with your shirt and pants?”
“No, and I looked through the blankets and under the comforters on the floor too. I found one but the other is still lost.”
“I’ll clean this afternoon. Maybe it will turn up then. Hopefully we find it before the dogs do!”
“If we come home and my sock is shredded all over the living room I am going to be extremely upset.”
“We’ll keep our fingers crossed then. You can check in the pile by the laundry while I make breakfast if you want. How do you want your eggs this morning?”
“Over easy with toast. I am NOT digging through that mountain of laundry. If my sock is in there, it can rest in peace.”
“If you want, you can borrow a pair of mine. I’ll try to find something masculine for you to rock with those fly kicks!”
“Maybe we can let the little dog in here. I’m sure he’ll find the sock in a split second. If we watch him, he might find it for us.”
“Truth! I’ll go downstairs and find him while I work on those eggs. You should throw some shoes on so we can go out for a cigarette too, I don’t want to stand out there alone!”
“Sure thing baby, have you seen my shoes?”
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