I saw Skippy in a backyard the other day. Well, I didn't know he was Skippy at the time, but then again, thanks to the limited brain capacity of my four-limbed marsupial friend, neither did he. It wasn't until he lifted his adorable but iconic little arms and made a certain adorable but iconic gesture, just so, that I actually recognised him. I called out at once: "What's that, Skip? Two nasty old men have set up a credit card skimmer in the town Crystal Essences store, and if I don't follow you now a little girl's faith in the Easter Bunny will be ruined forever?" And though he clearly had no idea what I was talking about, I could see that he was right.
Satisfied, I closed the door and went back into the house. A meeting with celebrity! Exhausted with the evening's events, I turned on the television and settled back for some light entertainment.
The cherry on the top of the cake that contains Marilyn Monroe who is about to leap out and ask if you'd like to talk about Jesus and the Church of Latter Day Saints.
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4 comments:
I assume you are no longer living in a pokey apartment then...
In fact, you sound like landed gentry now. Pip pip.
Ha! I wish Steve. This was in the country.
Oh yes, I think I read the opening "a" backyard as "the" backyard. My error; your loss. I am sure you would make a very fine lord of a manor.
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