Excuse Me, While I Just Wrap Myself In The Floury Goodness

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Ryan: Where are you?

Me: I’m sitting, alone, in the kids’ therapist’s waiting room, with my feet on the coffee table, eating warm tortillas out of a bag. Let’s hope no one walks in.

Ryan: Why, because they’ll want some?  Tell them to get their own damn tortillas.

Me: I’ll even share, motherfuckers!

Ryan: No, no, sharing…just stare them down.

Me: I think I figured something out.

Ryan: What?

Me: Why I have a kid in therapy.

One thought on “Excuse Me, While I Just Wrap Myself In The Floury Goodness

  1. Doug in Oakland

    But wait, don’t you remember the part of “Tortilla Flat” where the woman always fed her kids tortillas and beans, and they were always healthy, and they did an intervention and it just made things worse?

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