She’ was gorgeous and vivacious, the ideal girl for my son so I introduced them.
Two years later I asked my son. “What’s happened with ‘She’, I thought you liked her.”
“Dad, yes, and she was beautiful, but she met Cannabis. Need I say more?
‘Why ‘was’.”
“The last I saw of her in court she looked like old straw.”
“When was that?”
“A year ago.”
“Well I saw her yesterday and she is even more vivaciously gorgeous than ever.”
“Dad, I wish you would stop trying to fix me up.”
Hmm, a wedding invitation from ‘She’ and my Son.
Two years later I asked my son. “What’s happened with ‘She’, I thought you liked her.”
“Dad, yes, and she was beautiful, but she met Cannabis. Need I say more?
‘Why ‘was’.”
“The last I saw of her in court she looked like old straw.”
“When was that?”
“A year ago.”
“Well I saw her yesterday and she is even more vivaciously gorgeous than ever.”
“Dad, I wish you would stop trying to fix me up.”
Hmm, a wedding invitation from ‘She’ and my Son.
