So, after visiting the Holocaust Museum first thing in the morning on day two of our trip we were all in a funk. It didn't matter what we did all day, the funk followed us around like Pig Pen's dirt cloud. Until that fateful moment when my hands got cold.
"Did you just put on white gloves?"
"Um, yeah, they were $2.50 at Target, and my hands are cold."
"You look like a mime."
"That's because I am one."
1 comment:
Absolutely brilliant. I am married to a mime. It's everyman's wildest fantasy ;) For a second, I thought you were just faking being mime since you talked through the whole mime experience...maybe the rules have changed :)
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