Monday, November 26, 2007

Still My Birthday

Remember Saturday's post, More to Love?

Yesterday, John took the children out on Mysterious Errand. Stage whispers were made and furtive exits taken. That sly Merrick has mastered the art of the raised eyebrow.

While they were gone, I discovered an urgent reason to phone. "What are you guys doing?"


Me: "Really! Tell me! Are you shopping for my birthday?"

John (easily broken): "I know you know."

Me: "Where are you?"


Me: "Come one! Tell me! The Bibelot?"

John: "Nope."

Me: "Nordstroms?"

John: "Ha-ha."

Me: "Guthrie gift shop?"

John: "No."

Me: "Picky Girl?"

John: "What?"

Me: "Macy's, even?"

John: "No. But what do you mean by 'even'?"

I listen intently to sounds of commerce in the background, assessing precise tenor.

Oh My God.

Me. "Target?"

John (clearly thrilled by his ingenuity): "YES!"


John: "Mary?"


Lawyer Mama said...

That is friggin' hilarious! And so what my husband would do too!

Happy belated birthday.

MamaMichelsBabies said...


Ug is shopping for my present tomorrow, I don't want to know where the heck it's coming from as long as it doesn't involve cleaning. Unless it's my kitchen remodel with my dishwasher, I would make an exception for that.

OhTheJoys said...

Nothing suggests QUAL-EE-TAY like the great TAR-SHAY.