Yesterday, as I prepared for my date with Scully, Mimi came into the kitchen:
"I'm afraid of the dining room."
"The dining room? Why?" There was no need for her to go into the dining room because dinner was done.
"Because of the ghost."
"Oh, what ghost? What does the ghost look like?"
"He has a tennis racket."
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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