Scene: My yaad, somewhere in the Cayman Islands. Morning time. Sun bright. Birds chirping…
’Fro awakes…Opens blurry, red rimmed eyes and screeches…
‘Fro: Oh Lawd Gad! I am dying! [Nudges DV] DV!! I am dying! Oh, dear Lord!
DV: [Grunts, rolls over, snuffles…resumes sleep]
‘Fro: [Hissing] Star, I am deadin’! My head is going to explode.
’Fro awakes…Opens blurry, red rimmed eyes and screeches…
‘Fro: Oh Lawd Gad! I am dying! [Nudges DV] DV!! I am dying! Oh, dear Lord!
DV: [Grunts, rolls over, snuffles…resumes sleep]
‘Fro: [Hissing] Star, I am deadin’! My head is going to explode.
DV: Hush.
'Fro: Call an ambulance. I ain't know what is wrong with me!
DV: It’s called a hangover honey. Go back to sleep.
Sigh…the dangers of excess.
And on that philosophical note, I shall now exit.
DV: It’s called a hangover honey. Go back to sleep.
Sigh…the dangers of excess.
And on that philosophical note, I shall now exit.
Toodles....
'Fro.
5 comments:
I ain't had one of those in a while, whew.
Chile..am just recovering too(had my bday outing last nite). who knew pina coladas packed such a punch!
ha ha ha
Happy belated birthday, Afro! Sorry I couldn't make it. :(
lol, happy blated belated
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