After I posted the last entry about my brother in law, I received a message on my answering machine; apparently papers are being drawn up at the law firm of Smith, Pittman, & Pittman, and I'll be in the poorhouse in no time.
The voice was muffled and suspicious though, so I've turned the message over to my niece, a future forensic scientist. She'll run the message through a schmancy DNA voice recognition transmogrofier silver powder combustion centrifuge cylinder machine, and, I suspect, point her finger at her own father in a matter of minutes. Won't his face be red?
Mr. Tough Guy.
Yeah, right. Here's a note my sister found this morning:
Anyone that pulls a stunt like this won't have the heart to drag me into court.
(I do wonder, though, what might be washed into MY sidewalk, if I keep this up.)
I think you should retain the law firm of Dewey, Cheatum and Howe to defend you.
ReplyDeleteI like the silver powder part thrown in there.
ReplyDeleteBrandi
Awwwwwwwwww....
ReplyDeleteYou're so screwed. But once again, you made me smile. And it is, afterall, all about me.
ReplyDeletePerhaps you could request a power-washed elephant in your driveway on the off chance someone would shout some great phrase for you. Just a thought...
Where can I buy one of these machines? You've been drinking AGAIN, haven't you?
ReplyDeleteI NEVER drink and blog; God knows what all I'd tell!
ReplyDeleteThat's right, give him ideas for revenge. :-) That;s inarguably the sweetest gesture ever. And so manly! Power washed an I love you message into the sidewalk. Ladies, you may think "WTF?" but really:
ReplyDeleteA spontaneous romantic gesture, unbidden, and not trying to get out of the doghouse in a unique and inimitably many fashion?
That's LURVE right there.