Neve yelled from the backseat yesterday,
"Mom! Did you see that?"
Me: "No. What was it?"
Neve: excited, "It was the river blowing skinny!"
I have spent the last day trying to think of what she could have possibly meant, and still nothing. Aside from the fact that Atlanta has not one body of water that she could confuse with a river, how would one blow skinny anyway? This is how people go crazy, you know.
3 comments:
Neve needs her own blog!
ML
You have to admit it sounds pretty poetic, whatever it means. Like something Bob Dylan would sing.
And I'm glad you find my lateness charming, nobody else does!
yes, terry said it sounded like a western from the '40s: the River Blew Skinny. lateness IS charming, dang it!
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