Friday, August 5, 2011
Let's Make a Deal, Shall We?
How about this: I'll pretend that you are not dressed in flowy, white, semi-first-century-Galilee-chic garb and sandals with socks and head wear that looks like something a Berber warrior might wear if he was also into golf if you stop calling me "brother" while I look up your books for you, OK? Only one person gets to call me brother, and I only talk to her when a parent has a health crisis.
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How about "sweetie," "honey," or "my dear?"
I drew the line with the 400 year old man who called me "baby."
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