From the man who gave us the recliner banana peel, I present...
THE LA-Z-BOY PRETZEL!
There it lies, in all its twisty glory, upon the threadbare La-Z-Boy. I discovered it Sunday morning. Of course at first glance, I feared the worst. You know what I'm talkin' about!
I got a picture for evidence, then set that pretzel on the side table for shaming purposes. When confronted with it later, the pretzel-abandoner proclaimed,
"I THOUGHT I dropped a pretzel last night! I felt around between my legs, but I couldn't find anything. [!] So I thought maybe I was wrong."
"Well, here it is, on the table. You can throw it away yourself."
"I'll eat that! Ain't nothin' wrong with it!"
Sorry. I don't mean to flaunt my never-ending supply of blog topics...
I'm wondering how he couldn't see it, it isn't blue like the chair. and if I'm feeling around for something I dropped, I'm looking as well, because it's usually chocolate and I don't want Lola eating it if she finds it and I don't want it melting onto the fluffy sheepskin I sit on.
ReplyDeleteRiver,
ReplyDeleteI think, once he felt that it wasn't there, he never even looked back when he got up. I'd have been looking in the chair, and on the floor. But I guess Farmer H rests assured that he has ME to do that.