"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Lola’s Favorite Flavor

He had no idea how the stimulus package was going to work. He wasn't an economist. Hell, he'd barely graduated from high school, and could scarcely hit the ground with his hat, if she gave him three tries--in a row. But he loved Lola more than the moon and the stars and the wiggly little fish in the azure sea. And he vowed to himself, that if she moved like that one more time,--just ONE more time--especially in that summer dress, while consuming a melting ice cream cone, like that one she was now licking--he was pretty sure that he'd have a better idea of what the term "stimulus package" might mean. On the other hand, he had dated Lola for nearly two years, and he hated to admit to himself that he still wasn't quite sure which flavor was Lola's favorite.

1 comment:

  1. Questions and more questions. Richard had better get it together...