Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Please Hold My Hand


Please hold my hand when talking to me
Don’t want to slip away, you see
I will hold your hand when talking to you
Don’t want you to slip away, too

My Mom has the most annoying habit of getting up from the supper table when I’m in the middle of a story so that I’m left talking to thin air.  This is what we’ve worked out.  Sooo,if you see me in a restaurant holding my Mom’s hand (or my Dad’s hand) , I not scared of the dark, I’m just trying to communicate.   My Mom -- bless her heart -- does not like for me to talk ’bout her.  She said that the only reason she gets up from the supper table is to wait on my sorry-ass.  That’s not entirely true, tho, she also waits on my Dad’s sorry-ass.  :p

No comments:

Post a Comment