By The Wiz
I was talking to my friend (who still lives in Utah, and stubbornly refuses to move here) the other day, trying to describe the vase I had just bought. It literally went like this:
“Is it square? Like, the top of it?”
Keep in mind, this conversation was on the phone, and she couldn’t see that I was doing weird things with my hands. At that point, though, I heard myself, and was like Duh! Of COURSE that makes no sense! Of course I knew she’d be nice about it, and say something like no, not really, I can’t picture it, but instead, do you know what she said?
“Oh, like a clover?”
We are so linked. I love friends like that.
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