Sunday, March 26, 2006

They Had a Show

"What are you doing? It's about to start," she called out.

"I'm making French toast, do you want a piece?" He knew how
much she adored French toast.

"It's on, hurry up." She sat cross-legged in the comfy chair
with a blanket covering her bony knees.

He was still in the kitchen, folding her piece of French
toast around a row of chocolate.

"Oh, shit!" She screamed and threw the remote control at the
TV.

He came running. "What's wrong?"

"It's a fucking re-run."

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