Overheard in my dining room:
me – Need some help? I can shuffle. I just can’t deal.
Over heard in my car:
he – If you changed the O to an I, the name of the street would be Dicksinia.
Spotted in e-mail:
he – Some days I feel that we are both going insane along the same railway.
me – Fast track to Harlan?
he – Possibly…and in Seine doesn’t exactly mean we are getting baptized over here.
Overheard in my living room:
he – I only ever held my mouse once.
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Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.
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