in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine

The drive to my dad’s house from mine is about 45 minutes.

Hell, the drive to anywhere from here is about 45 minutes (with the exception of 62 fields/marshes, 35 farms, 2 John Deere stores, and one scary ass corn maze).

On the trip home from the weekly visit late Friday night, Peter spotted a flashing light in the distance.

"Someone’s out there with a flashlight."

"They’re probably burying a body…"

"I doubt that. If they were burying a body, they wouldn’t want to draw any attention to themselves, right? I sure wouldn’t need a flashlight. Would you?"

"Nah… I’d melt the body in the bathtub with lye and then thoroughly clean the drain. Man, I love CSI."

"I’d simply take you out to the creek where I hunt and stomp you down about six or seven feet into the muddy bottom. No one would ever find you out there."

Did anyone else catch the "you" there?

We have obviously been married far too long.

January 28, 2007
Categories: Daily

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