how to be a millionaire
BC and i are talking just before bedtime as we always do. usually, she demands that i tell her a story from my life, or a story from someone in my life’s life. i’m full of stories (among other things, an impolite but probably accurate person might say), so after some prompting, i conjure up a tale.
but last night, after imagining what BS and i looked like on our wedding day, it is BC who launches into a mini reverie.
mama, i know what daddy should dress up like for halloween next year!
what, i reply.
daddy should dress up like a millionaire.
intrigued, i pursued. and how, darling, do millionaires dress?
well, daddy could wear a white suit, with a white top hat, and a golden sash around it. his suit would have gold buttons on it.
is that how millionaires dress, honey?
yes, she replied.
do millionaires ever dress like daddy and me? i ask.
no. a very definitive no from our lady of macaroni and cheese.
oh well. there’s no hope for us, i guess.
wait til i tell BS he needs an october costume that’ll make him look like a cross between the monopoly man and a pimp.
January 6, 2008 at 4:08 pm
I definitely see fashion in her future. π
January 7, 2008 at 9:17 pm
Giggling my ass off here… π
January 7, 2008 at 10:08 pm
oh, i know you are. and not just at the possibility of BS looking like Huggy Bear.
oh, that BC! such a funny, funny girl!
π
July 15, 2008 at 8:09 pm
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