Tuesday, June 2, 2009

All Dinghies Go to Heaven

"Where's my rubber dinghy?" the DNB asks accusingly.

It's not unlike the pasta maker, this rubber dinghy. Except it's heavier and takes up more space. Both were equally unused. So I decided to leave it as a parting gift for the people who bought our old house.

"Your rubber dinghy went to live on a beautiful farm," I say cheerfully.

"Noooooo!" he wails. "Where is it really?"

"In dinghy heaven?" I try again.

I didn't think of it at the time, but what I should done was use a classic distraction technique: "I sold it for lots of money which will fund the new flat panel television you would very much like to buy. HAPPY SHOPPING!" Instead, I tried to soften the blow and ended up having to listen to the DNB pout about the rubber dinghy he never once used and about how much I hate anything good that he loves. Which is totally not true because I also hate many bad things that he loves.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

When's the blog about your second worst day coming out? You have me on the edge of my seat!