This morning Lisa and I woke to our most dreaded task, that pleasuring of mailboxes all over Maylands.
Dad drove us down to where we begin our route, and Lisa and I heaved one trolley, one backback and one suitcase out of the van. These were all three quite stuffed full of catalogues.
Father whizzed off looking like a bug with a backend of an unusual size. I've noticed that when he drives the van all by his lonesome, he looks like the Flinstones when they're peddling their cars around the place.
Lisa and I had just begun to trudge along when I turned, finding that the suitcase I was sacrificialy pulling was several meters behind me and what was grasped in my sweaty hand was only its decapitated handle.
Dejectedly I turned back for its other half. My annoyance with Lisa appeared when I saw her continuing to walk and shrinking into some mailboxes.
All the noise I made trying to repair the suitcase and make it more comfortable for pulling is what must have brought Lisa back, for I quite suddenly turned round and found her there.
"I knew it would break."
Great Lisa.
Now, right then I was thinking how we should have brought MY suitcase as it is 'much stronger' than Lisa's weak suitcase. Sadly I found later that we had in fact brought MY suitcase, which made me much more sad that it was broken. I then was forced to admit to Lisa my thoughts on this.
(I seem to think of Lisa things and Lisa as one. Both with the same weaknesses and thinking also that me and my stuff are always better. For example Lisa's things are ALWAYS musty' and Lisa's things always break and generally junkyer than my things. Like the bright one dollar elephant man earphones she buys and must replace every two weeks. She will testify that I cannot fathom this, and also that they look like manipulated and gnarled intestines.)
But, we did not have this argument.
Our bright answer was this.
We stashed the offending suitcase it in a tree -giggling as we did, and hoping it would fall out of the tree onto a black man.
Hello, old friend
12 years ago
for a minute i thought you were going to deposit and leave in in the tree.
I wish we did, it practically fell apart. Courtesy of Wal-Mart.
Nik i dont know wether you have blocked out the memory of who broke it, or if you're just being nice.
I dont really remember who broke it.
Never mind then.
Whats wrong with those headphones?! Funny how thats the only thing of mine you can think of to dislike. I must be moving up in the world of things.
Oh they are deformed. And rubbery and they always break.
And those were the only things i could think of at the time.
Because i generally like you.
it isn't the only thing though, leeloo
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