Yesterday my daughter had her finger about nine inches up her nose, as if she were trying to scratch her brain. I said "Abby, please take your finger out of your nose." Her response?
"But I'm hungry."
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About Me
- Zanzibar Buck Buck McFate
- I make false contributions to charity telethons. I make prank phone calls to elected officials. My arms shake and my legs twitch and my tongue darts out of my mouth every few seconds. And when it does, it touches the tip of my nose. And when it touches the tip of my nose, I yell out as I loud as I can "I HAVE ARTISTIC SENSIBILITIES! I AM A DAMN GOOD RISK! I AM THE MESSENGER AND HERE IS THE MESSAGE!
2 comments:
Well, I think that settles that: Abby is clearly a zombie. That explains her pallor.
Did you at least offer her something from your vast selection of hot sauces to spice her snack up a bit?
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