"I'm thinking of having my book party at New York City Fire Museum," I told my mom on the phone tonight.
"Really? Will there be one of those calendar firemen there?" she inquired.
"The space does come with a retired firefighter to show people around."
"Can we ask him if we can slide the fire pole?" she asked innocently.
"Why don't you ask him in a sleazy way?" I laughed. "I'm sure he'd love that."
My mom laughed so hard she could barely talk. "No, I'll have Grandma ask that in a sleazy way."
Since we both know that she would do that, we nearly laughed ourselves into asthma attacks.
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That makes me laugh to no end.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, I think I might have to miss it. Boo. Videotape the whole evening for me. And give grandma and mom hugs for me after they slide down the pole.
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Oh my - bring your grandma along and she can get it on with the retired firefighter. I'm sure he wouldn't mind... :-)
ReplyDeletePS, I've slide down a fire pole. It's freaky making that step onto it!
ReplyDeleteSuz, you watered down our conversation!
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