Thursday, November 10, 2005

Back + scratch = love Mom

I came home from school today and this is a paraphrased conversation I had with my Mom:

Me: What’s this? You bought a new glass squeegee thingy?
Mom: Yes, I got it at the dollar store. Look, I also got a backscratcher*, to your left.
Me: [ecstatic at the site of a backscratcher*] Hip hip hurrah!
*italicized for emphasis

I thoroughly enjoy having my back scratched. Probably more than Lance. It just feels so good. Keep that in mind if you ever think of asking me for a favour ("I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine?"). Kidding. But truly, God created back scratching and it was good. This makes me sound weird doesn’t it….I don’t care.
The amazing craftsmanship from bamboo, for $1.07. I think it came from the motherland too because there’s Chinese character’s on it. It works great. Fear me itches, Tim’s got a new weapon….[evil laugh]!
I love my Mommy. So thoughtful.

"Yup its official, Tim's lost it."
"I've been trying to tell you that since 2 years ago!"
"What a strange strange little boy..."
"He's a poached egg."

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