Monday, April 12, 2010
That's what she said
I've developed a taste for feet. How else do I explain the constant foot in my mouth? The other day I was picking up lunch with a coworker, blathering on about the neighbors' mulberry tree that overhangs my fence. "It gives great shade" I said, "but I'm sick of all the twigs and berries." I paused, realized what I'd said and burst out laughing. My (male) coworker looked at me and started to ask, "Twigs and berries... doesn't that mean...?" "Yup." Then he laughed, too. Phew!