The phone rang one day. Without introduction, I heard the familiar, deep voice of one of my son’s friends. “Miss Linda, is that story about the pony true?”
“Yep!” The last thing I heard was gales of laughter as I hung up.
If you are the sensitive type, skip this story.
Many years ago when my son was young, we were hauling a load of tree trimmings to the landfill. As my husband backed the truck up to unload, I spotted a dead pony, bloated with all four legs stuck up in the air. Without thinking, I said, “Hey, John. Do you want a pony?”
Of course he said, “Yes!”
“Well, there’s one right over there!”
“Wahhh!!!!!”
I swear it was not intentional. Sometimes I think there is a disconnect between my brain and my mouth!
This is for you, Lee Perkins
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