First of all, if you just dropped in here for the 1st time, skip this and read yesterday's post because I'll never be that clever again. Ever. I think it was the espresso or God helping me be funny. I don't think He usually helps people be funny, but because I was having a dry spell, I think I got a special dispensation of wit. And just because I said that, He probably won't dispense it again until, Oh, say, Haley's Comet comes back around.
I'm off doing something special tonight in 'Nap Town [IndiaNAPolis] with my husband, 15 year-old daughter and four of her friends. That makes five teenaged girls.
Jorge asked if I needed any special preparations for the excursion because he had the day off yesterday while I worked, so I requested the installation of a Plexiglas shield between us and the sweet [giggly, loud, singing] teenage girls in the van that I could control like automatic windows.
Curiously, the daughter, overhearing the joke, looked all deadpan at me and said, "Funny. I'd like that, too."
Sarcasm. It's a family jewel.