Friday, June 16, 2006

153/365 Rose

They found Rose and me playing in my basement and marched us back to first-grade. We were ushered to the principal’s office by the infuriated meter of my mother’s high-heels smacking the hallway floor–echoed by Rose’s mother somewhere in the distance wailing in Italian.

3 Comments:

Blogger In Otter Space said...

There are sure lots of Italians in your past!

7:38 PM  
Blogger ntexas99 said...

clickety-clickety-clickety-click

oh, I can hear those heels as they furiously smack against the floor ... what a great description

so, have you always been a rebel?

1:54 PM  
Blogger - Fat Red Ant said...

I'm honestly not overly rebellious. Impetuous...well, perhaps!

:-D

2:55 PM  

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