At Picton Fibrefest after a respectable amount of shopping [sent Donkey off to browse the sweets...]
Me (whispering to vendor): my bag won’t close! I’d better stop shopping.
Vendor (also whispering): Take a load out to the car and then come back for another run.
Me (whispering): Why are we whispering?
Vendor (looking over my shoulder) 🤫😏
Me: He’s standing behind me, isn’t he?
Donkey: Yes, *he* is.
Me: Busted. Wait, what’s in the bag, Donkey?
Donkey: Is that a yarn bowl? How many yarn bowls do you need?
Me: I’ll let you know when I’ve got enough. What’s in the bag, Donkey?
Donkey: Mincemeat plus nothing bad.
Me: Awful big bag for mincemeat. What else is in the bag?
Donkey: Maybe some banana bread...
Me: Absolution is sweet.
Donkey: Not as sweet as the mincemeat. So we’re taking this out to the car then?
Me: Mush, Donkey! The yarn bowls won't carry themselves!
Vendor (also whispering): Take a load out to the car and then come back for another run.
Me (whispering): Why are we whispering?
Vendor (looking over my shoulder) 🤫😏
Me: He’s standing behind me, isn’t he?
Donkey: Yes, *he* is.
Me: Busted. Wait, what’s in the bag, Donkey?
Donkey: Is that a yarn bowl? How many yarn bowls do you need?
Me: I’ll let you know when I’ve got enough. What’s in the bag, Donkey?
Donkey: Mincemeat plus nothing bad.
Me: Awful big bag for mincemeat. What else is in the bag?
Donkey: Maybe some banana bread...
Me: Absolution is sweet.
Donkey: Not as sweet as the mincemeat. So we’re taking this out to the car then?
Me: Mush, Donkey! The yarn bowls won't carry themselves!
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