Mark, mark, mark...
So this evening as I got off work, I decided to give Mrs. McDaniel a call. The conversation is as follows...
*ring ring*
Mark: "Hello."
Me: "Good evening Mr. McDaniel, is Mrs. Clause there?"
Mark: "Ya, she's in the bath, want me to get her?"
Freeze frame: Mark. She's in the bath. A sanctuary away from children and husband. A place to experience serenity. To unwind after a day of screaming offspring. To recharge the batteries of sanity. A place to not be interrupted.
Me: "No, no, no, no...she's in the bath."
I don't think boys really get the idea of a bath. Besides the fact that you can fart in the water and make a jacuzzi. I sure enjoy the baths I take where I can close my eyes and pretend I don't live with my parents. Where I have my own place, a chic apartment in Greenwich Village. Okay, maybe not New York. I'm definitely a West Coast girl. But you get the idea.
*ring ring*
Mark: "Hello."
Me: "Good evening Mr. McDaniel, is Mrs. Clause there?"
Mark: "Ya, she's in the bath, want me to get her?"
Freeze frame: Mark. She's in the bath. A sanctuary away from children and husband. A place to experience serenity. To unwind after a day of screaming offspring. To recharge the batteries of sanity. A place to not be interrupted.
Me: "No, no, no, no...she's in the bath."
I don't think boys really get the idea of a bath. Besides the fact that you can fart in the water and make a jacuzzi. I sure enjoy the baths I take where I can close my eyes and pretend I don't live with my parents. Where I have my own place, a chic apartment in Greenwich Village. Okay, maybe not New York. I'm definitely a West Coast girl. But you get the idea.
posted by Mrs. Wookie at
1:29 AM
1 Comments:
when you come to visit I'll so let you soak in my tub that has a jacuzzi already built in! and light candles etc. You'll never want to leave me.
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