Tuesday, October 06, 2009

"She even looked like a principal. You know the type-conservative clothing and sturdy, sensible shoes. Her family had that stamp, as well. Twenty-eight years old, her son, and still tucking his polo shirt into his khakis."

16 comments:

C said...

:)

the sabra said...

Just a SMILE? Dude I was smirking for hours!

C said...

Hey I'm still smiling now....

mishmum said...

Stay away!

the sabra said...

c-
how bout now?

the sabra said...

mishmum-
from stamps? k.

C said...

:D

the sabra said...

k, we're friends

C said...

scuse me?? What about before?

the sabra said...

eh you sure you wanna do this in public?

C said...

Depends. Will it end with me crying?

the sabra said...

I should know when you plan on cutting onions?? I said we're friends-I didn't say we're married!

C said...

Oh, sabs. You do make me smile. And chuckle :).

the sabra said...

ooh mum guess who i had a nice little chat with in shul the other day?
uh huh :D

the sabra said...

i reckon that i ought to start capitalizin n properly spellin and grammatizin my comments/posts/emails.

sabra'le said...

Heehee it's so funny, I think of this nearly every time I see her :D