Tuesday, March 17, 2009

frisky business

last night's dinner conversation went a little like this:

pops: saw some elk today.

me: oh? where?

pops: sunny valley. and they were a little frisky.

me: oh? frisky eh? (me snickering)

sister c: oh june jaynes you perv! don't assume that! they were probably just running around! dad?

(silence)