01 April, 2009

Out of the gate, slowly

[5:20am, scant seconds after silencing the clock radio with a slap across the top of its head]

Turtle: I'm sorry.
Foo: What?
Turtle: The cupcakes.

[dramatic pause. freshly-wakened neurons stretch, sputter half-heartedly, and ultimately shrug non-existent shoulders]

Foo: What the hell?
Turtle: 'Cause my leg kicked out.
Foo: Honey, what are you talking about?
Turtle: I don't know.

3 comments:

Anne said...

That's too funny.

Bee said...

hahaha, Don't you love that half dream, half awake thing. Did Turtle know what cupcakes she was dreaming about? :)

When I was a teenager, my sister and I shared a queen sized bed. She heard my alarm clock go off one morning and scrambled over me to get it. I looked at her "WHAT are you doing?!"

Her sleepy-eyed reply as she rolled over to go back to sleep, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were dead."

That Janie Girl said...

That's hilarious. What will be even more hilarious is when Turtle tells on you. betcha ain't getting no cupcakes now.

Crying Fowl

This morning, at the end of this week's obligatory commute to the office, I turned in to the driveway and was accosted by the biggest ho...