Catch Me a Catch
Taken verbatim from my voicemail today:
Hello Citymouse, it’s your brother, it’s 1:30 and I just had to call to ask you a question. Just talking with your parents here. They took Frannie in for her check-up yesterday and they said the veterinarian was uh, was your “ideal type”—in terms of type of man that you are attracted to?--and then they described him and I thought I just had to call you and tell you what your “ideal type” is. Apparently it is a tall thin forty-year-old with a ponytail who owns twelve cats. So as mom and dad said, that’s right up your alley, that’s just your type.
Tall, thin, forty-year-old with a ponytail and twelve cats.
(Beat.)
Yeah, so, talk to you later—bye.
posted by SAS @ 2:04 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
He is not 40. He does not have 12 cats! He does have a pony tail. He is Norwegian, good-looking and interesting with a good sense of humor. Lesson in life: Don't listen to your brother!
Siblings rock ... don't listen to your parents.
:-)
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