(disclaimer: this event is being recounted to the best recolection and taste of the narrator...any departure from the reality of history is either accidental...or not.)
I was sitting in the chair that is now under the window of my room this afternoon, reading, when I hear a random yelp from the Sprit who is sitting on the floor, with her homework scattered across the majority of the remaining space. I look over and she is laughing...
"What?"
-deep breaths-
"I read the note on your file cabint and saw, under once a week 'Bailey' and 'Wiskey'. Now I knew you wanted to start drinking a bit more often, but I was still a little shocked, and I thought "Why hasn't she told me and why haven't I been invited along???" Then I read it again... andI saw that it really said 'D******** Bailey' and I***** Wistey' which suddenly made SOOOO much more sense!"
My turn to laugh, sans intermission for a good five minutes...
I do need to start drinking more often...
31 January 2005
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I could certainly live with a little bailey's and whiskey once a week---howevder, whatever it really said escapes my powers of decypherment. Which I'm sure was intentional...
Eat, drink, and be merry...for tomorrow we die. Or something like that.
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