The Joys of Retirement
When I come home from work, Grandpa has completely shaved himself again, and is sitting in the bathtub with a pile of hair at his feet. He starts guiltily when I come in.
I stare disapprovingly, and he begins to idly play with the pile of hair. "I'm going to make a little dog out of this," he says. "Get some glue or something, and make a sculpture."
"You're not supposed to play with the razors, Grandpa." I say, picking up the discarded blades from the bathroom floor.
"I needed to be smooth! Smooth!" he shouts suddenly. "I didn't have a choice!"
"I'm calling Doctor Chelsea," I say, and leave the room.
"I am a salamander!" I hear him shout as I walk away. "A SALAMANDER!"
Hey! I didn't know that you knew my grandpa!
;)
Posted by: Enna Isilee | March 13, 2007 at 04:25 PM
That's funny - I don't recall that hairy dogs get along with salamanders...
Posted by: MAYday | March 15, 2007 at 03:25 PM
Salamanders rock...
Posted by: *West Coast Winter* | March 20, 2007 at 06:38 PM
Hello taiger.
Posted by: Enna Isilee | March 20, 2007 at 08:29 PM
Your Grandpa would be very proud.
Posted by: Stubby LaRue | March 21, 2007 at 08:56 AM
enna isilee, sorry to do this. But I have to tell you. I'm not *West Cost Winter*.
But hello all the same. :)
Dean, you're a crazy guy ;)
Posted by: Taiger | March 21, 2007 at 09:53 AM
Ah! I did it again! I know you aren't west coast winter taiger. Why do I keep getting you and Rebel mixed up?
*Blushes*
Hello Rebel15.
Posted by: Enna Isilee | March 21, 2007 at 02:33 PM
ha. littlered is getting to us all.
Posted by: Faith | March 22, 2007 at 01:09 PM