Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Writer's Present
Winchester, what's all this?
I'm wrapping my present for The Writer.
A mouse pad with your picture on it. Very nice.
Yeah. I don't know why it's called a mouse pad. I thought it would be padded with mice but it's pretty flat. What are you giving her?
The continued gift of our lifelong friendship.
In other words, you're too cheap to give her anything.
Some things you can't buy, Winchester. But I'm glad to see you're in the holiday spirit.
I just want to butter up The Writer so she'll give me a can of sardines on Christmas Day. Pass me the scissors.