Dinner Conversation

Last night at dinner, Seth was complaining about how much his back hurt. I said, "Oh, from carrying that pack on your 50 mile hike?"

Seth: "Fifty-FOUR mile hike!"
Me: "OK, fifty-FOUR miles."
Seth: "I need someone to rub my back"
Sam: "There is no way I am touching your back."
Seth: "If you want to live, you will rub my back!"
Sam: ::contemplating his options as his life flashes before him::
Seth: "Actually, you haven't LIVED until you've rubbed my back!"


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