February 8, 2011 @ 6:28 pm | Filed under: Huck, These People Crack Me Up
Huck came down the narrow hallway pushing a heavy chair with considerable difficulty and maneuvered it around a corner toward one of the living-room bookcases.
The bookcase in question contains a number of breakable trinkets, not to mention a conspicuous pair of binoculars. Feeling this warranted a discreet inquiry, I asked him: “What are you trying to get?”
“Up!” he replied.
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