Troublemaker

  
Troublemaker! she cried.

Now, look what you’ve done.

Who? Me?

Made me think I could dance.

Oooh, you can so dance, like a female Baryshnikov!

Told me I was hot.

Smoking, babe!

Insinuated I could carry on witty conversations with the opposite sex.

I could listen to your stories all night long, gorgeous girl.

Well, cease your troublemaking ways. I’m through with you and all you’ve wrought.

C’mon, sugar, have just one more sip.

Well, if you insist. I’m not driving, after all. 

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats. View all posts by nananoyz