“But... but... I’m a mom!” CC protested, by now spluttering, almost gibbering at the effort of having had to listen to these trumped-up charges for hours, without so much as even a glass of iced tea. “Three little ones depend on me for peanut butter sandwiches! I teach Sunday School! And help nuns cross the street!”
Hmpph. <snort> Nuns, indeed. A likely story!
Maybe it's the hot sultry weather - does it slow them down?
A ha. Erm, yep. That's why I've never been able to write a story longer than six pages. Humidity distracts me. Mmhmm.
Absolutely hilarious! I just loved picking out all the different story references.
JD
