Beta and I went shopping and bought, among other things, a coconut. We were all looking forward to drinking a little coconut milk.
After lunch, I drained the coconut milk into a glass. Little Gamma got first sip because she is the smallest.
She took a sip, and went “Ptooey! Bleah!” spitting the mouthful back into the glass.
And the rest of us sat there, downcast, watching her spit spread throughout the rest of the coconut milk; a translucent blob of used and rejected coconut milk, bits of masticated food, and saliva.
Then a bell rang and an angel was born.
This post just made me shoot water out my nose.
that’s worse than having your cat eat your last hobnob.
It reminded me of the Jack London story “The Last Match”, sort of.
tee hee
did you buy another one? or did you drink it anyways? or maybe sieve it?
Jane? You’re still around? I thought I’d driven you away long ago! What a nice surprise. Everyone, meet Jane, one of the very first weblogs I ever read and seemingly a nice person. I was just thinking about your URL the other day, and the fact that I had lost it. This is great.