Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Sounds like love.

Izzy ran across the room today and I saw a new scratch on his neck and asked him how it happened.

"Oh," he says, "That was from when I got married. To my girlfriend."

"Oh," I reply, "What's her name?"

He says, trying to jar my memory, "Kelsey?"

He pauses, looks out the window for a second and says, "The one with the golden hair."

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