“Alrighty,” said Eudora. “This year, I’m going to find peace if it kills me!”
She phoned her son. “Yes, you can have my engagement ring and propose to Sasha.”
“Thanks, mom!” said her son. “I thought you might dislike her because of her striped-orange-purple-green hair!”
“Peace isn’t compatible with disliking,” she laughed. “Seriously, you love her. So will I!”
Next, she phoned her sister Laney, and said “I forgive you.”
“What?!” Laney shrieked. “Oh, you think you’re soooo perfect. You make me sick!”
“I forgive you, anyway,” Eudora said, and hung up.
Then, laughing, she said, “Happy holidays to me!”
She phoned her son. “Yes, you can have my engagement ring and propose to Sasha.”
“Thanks, mom!” said her son. “I thought you might dislike her because of her striped-orange-purple-green hair!”
“Peace isn’t compatible with disliking,” she laughed. “Seriously, you love her. So will I!”
Next, she phoned her sister Laney, and said “I forgive you.”
“What?!” Laney shrieked. “Oh, you think you’re soooo perfect. You make me sick!”
“I forgive you, anyway,” Eudora said, and hung up.
Then, laughing, she said, “Happy holidays to me!”
