It’s 3:58 on a dreary afternoon. UD, fighting a cold, is in bed drinking tea and eating chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Next to her, La Kid, visiting the old folks for the weekend, is asleep with her glasses still on and her right hand still holding Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol open to page forty.
The bad news is that La Kid loves Dan Brown. The good news is that she’s taking The Lost Symbol out of UD‘s house forever.
In the living room, Mr UD lies asleep on the couch, a legal pad resting on his chest. At his feet sleeps the dog.
Ecoute. It doesn’t get any better than this.
September 26th, 2009 at 5:03PM
Lose the tea. 18-year-old Bowmore, neat.
You won’t care about Dan any more.
September 26th, 2009 at 5:17PM
Here I go, francofou, Googling Bowmore. Liquor, I guess… Let’s see…
September 26th, 2009 at 5:20PM
Ah, “Bowmore is a gentle whisky, only a little peat is used in malting and some claim that its geographical situation on the island gives it a balance between the intense malts of the southern shores and the subtler ones of the north.”
September 26th, 2009 at 5:56PM
To feel even better, put the whisky in the tea. (But don’t do that with an aged single malt, please.)
To feel worse, read Dan Brown’s rewrite of Absalom, Absalom! — The Of Mississippi Code.
September 26th, 2009 at 5:58PM
Good, good…
I am told this is too short. What’s wrong with brevity, I ask you.
September 26th, 2009 at 6:04PM
Just read the rewrite: FUNNY.