Ellen: "Madison, watch out for that room spray. It smells like vomit."
Madison: "Oh, oh. What flavor is it?"
Ellen: "Something something cinnamon flavored. Like cinnamon flavored vomit."
Madison: "Like someone ate a whole container of cinnamon and then threw it up?"
Ellen: : "Yep. Exactly."
Madison: "I think I will try it outside."
Ellen: "If you think it's best."
(Madison exits the apartment and spritzes some of the vomit stench into the air.)
Madison: "YOU ARE RIGHT! THAT IS TERRIBLE!!!!!!! ! "
(A few minutes later, Ellen forgetfully walks out the door into the cinnamon vomit stench. )
Ellen: "Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln! That stinks!"
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ellen! how did i not know you have a blog? and what a wonderful blog!
yayyyyy blog friends.
hope to talk to you about children's books ideas soon :)
this is too funny, ellen. i knew you as a mere child at village and here you are in grad school.... i'll try to read so as to know what you are up to.
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