I’m jetting off to Paris today so I only have time for a short blog. Okay, only part of that is true. I AM going to Paris but I’m driving…to Paris, TX. Thus is the glamorous life of a freelance writer.
But before I go, I give you this itty bitty blog:
The other day Frank found a parking pass from the Renaissance hotel on our kitchen table. I had just taken it out of my purse and left it there. He held it up, shook it and accusingly asked, “WHAT IS THIS?!”
Just as I got all prepared to defend myself and remind him that my mother had stayed there a few weeks ago and I went to pick her up and I had to park in the parking garage and no, I did not have some torrid affair and if I did I wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave evidence right there on the kitchen table, he said:
“You PAID for parking?!”
2 comments:
way to go Frank. paying for parking is only admissable if it is for personal safety reasons
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