Yesterday J and I stopped at a yard sale on our way to sell books (always a good idea, before moving,) and I bought a beautiful fur coat from a pair of sweet Mennonites. “This coat belonged to my mother-in-law,” the yard sale-proprietress said with feeling, seizing my shoulders while I surreptitiously slipped an aged kleenex out of the coat’s pocket and onto a $.25 tshirt table, “who was an amazing woman and a mother to everyone she knew. Wear it with love.”
This morning Anna Katrina called at 11am. “Are you still sleeping?”
“Yurflmurgur.”
“I thought we’d come to Dallas to get tapas and see the Turner show for my birthday weekend. Will you be moved into your new apartment by then?”
Oh Anna, come to Dallas! Avery Johnson and Tom Colicchio have missed you!
besyar khoshbakhtam. said,
April 19, 2008 at 4:03 am
HAHAHA, yurflmurgur.