Monday, June 7, 2010

Soft Serve

"Hey," I said.

"What?" my oldest demanded. He dislikes talking on the phone as much as I do.

"Do you want anything from Dairy Queen?" I asked him.

"When are you going?"

"I'm at the ballpark. As soon as your brother's game ends."

"I'm not very hungry."

"Mom called," I said. "She said the tennis team banquet was nice."

"It was fine."

"She said they announced you were going to be captain next year."


"I thought we'd have some ice cream. Celebrate a little."

"That's stupid," he said.

"Probably," I said. "So, you want anything?"

"A Butterfinger Blizzard."

"Okay," I said.

I'm proud of you, I thought.


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I'm proud of you, I thought.

Maybe you should say it sometime, Snag.

Snag said...

I do.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I am sure you do, Snag.

btw, I only have your old email. I unnerstan if you want to be invisbul to zombies, but if not, feel free to send an updated one when time permits.

Or else have one of your sons send HIS, and we will collaborate on shenanigans.

Kathleen said...

I thought about you today when I read this on Twitter:
johnmoe . @neilhimself :You should always have a hobby that could kill you. Me: I raise kids. Him: Do you arm them? Me: Not intentionally. But yes.

Snag said...

ZRM, email me at and I'll send you my new email. I lost your's when I changed accounts.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I lost your's when I changed accounts.

Effin lawyers. How do THEY work?

Adorable Girlfriend said...

I would have liked something from DQ, had you asked.