A visitor the other day took seriously my suggestion that he make himself at home and put a dent in my supply of carrots and walnuts. But when he picked up my last box of Girl Scout cookies, the shortbread variety, I immediately recanted.
"NO!" I cried. "Cookie season's over, I won't be able to get those til next year. Put them down NOW!"
He did so, realizing I meant business, and said it sounded like I was giving orders to a mischievous dog.
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