Yesterday afternoon Akemi asked me to tell her the story about me and Happy (a golf ball with a picture of the Sun on it). I quickly fabricated some lame story, but then she said that she wanted to hear a long story about me and Happy.
So, I started to recite a long story about me and Happy at a golf tournament. I wish I had a video camera or a tape recorder because I could not believe what was coming out of my mouth. Every once and a while I would take a break, and she would be pleading for more. She would even remind me what hole I was on. Well, I told 18 stories about me and Happy - one for each hole of the golf tournament. There must have been a muse sitting on my shoulder. At one point I had to take a break to burst out laughing at what I was saying.
The problem is that in a couple of days she'll ask me about the stories again and I don't think I will be able to remember them.
1 comment:
That's great. If you don't remember, maybe she won't either, so you can just make up some more.
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