Monday, August 13, 2007

All hail the Queen.

The scene: On our deck on a beautiful Sunday morning overlooking the pool. We are sitting on cushioned deck furniture under the canopy. It's my brother-who-does-not-exist-on-the-internet-even-though-he-owns-a-domain, me and my wife.

Wife: These cushions need to be replaced.
Me, to imaginary slaves standing around waiting for the queens commands: (clap-clap) So it is written, so it shall be done. Please bring the queen new cushions.

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