The Short Couch
“This,” my
father said,
as he moved
it into
my first
apartment,
“is not a
love seat.
It’s a short
couch.”
I, a not
very sober
seminary student,
just smiled.
What daddies
don’t know
can’t hurt
them.
This is a Magpie Tale. If
you’re looking for my Project 365 post it will be up tomorrow night.
A short couch...giggle...
ReplyDeleteGreat!
ReplyDeleteAmazing what short couches can hold-
ReplyDeleteLOVE it!!!!!
ReplyDeleteShort but full of story...
ReplyDeletex
As long as it was long enough! Splendid use of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteVery clever response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteWell said!
ReplyDeleteshort couch..ha ha
ReplyDeleteDaddy knows
I knew you were bad to the bone!
ReplyDeleteI knew you were bad to the bone!
ReplyDeleteSorry, I'm on a laptop. Keep on doing that.
ReplyDeleteThat tongue in your cheek is working nicely ...
ReplyDeletehehe...and lets hope he doesnt because shotgun bullets are cheap...
ReplyDeleteThe scarlet sofa! There's a bit of naughty hiding in those cushions......
ReplyDeleteRick
What do they say? Sofa and no father?
ReplyDeletethis made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteyou are absolutely right...however that can work both ways as me and my siblings found to our amazement last year...dad didn't tell US every thing either...oh what a tangled web we weave.....and so on....
ReplyDeleteclever! Lots to ponder here.
ReplyDeletePoor old daddies, they were better off not knowing:)
ReplyDeleteJust love it!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
LOL
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