Brrrrrringgggggg!
Me [vaulting down stairs to answer phone]
BRRRINGGGG!
Me: I'M COMING!!! Hello? (Seriously out of breath)
Donkey: How hungry are you?
Me: Why?
Donkey: Just found the vexed place now and it's too late to have them look at my phone because I will be late for my doctor appointment.
Me: I can wait until you're out of the doctor's appointment
Donkey: But then I will have to go and pick up our prescriptions.
Me: So??? (Still out of breath)
Donkey: So how hungry ARE you?
Me: Bellybutton sucking on backbone. How hungry are you?
Donkey: Very. But I'm fasting.
Me: Sucks to be you.
Donkey: Seriously. How hungry are you?
Me: Your cat is starting to look tasty.
Donkey: My cat is nugget-sized. There's more meat on YOUR cat.
Donkey: She is that. Remind me again why we got her.
Me: Because she is adorable. She just has cattitude. It's endearing.
Donkey: So I should come straight home from the doctor?
Me: No. Get the pharmaceuticals and then bring me soup and sandwich from Tim's.
Donkey: Stay away from my cat.
Not that I'm putting words in your mouth, but in the conversation about your cats ... your answer (to the comment of, "There's more meat on YOUR cat"), should have been longer.
ReplyDeleteMore along the lines of:
"Too late. Sigh. She WAS mostly fat. And ornery. Oh, can you please pick up some band-aids when you get the prescriptions."