O darling, my precious one, love of my life, you’re making way too big a deal out of this.
Heart of my heart, mate of my soul. Honey: Don’t you think you’re being a little paranoid?
Sweetness. Gorgeous. Woman. Of. My. Dreams—how about you just calm down and put that thing down.
O my Angel, beautiful as the day we met…if we don’t open that door, they’re going to break it down.
Even through this milky plexiglas, you are so beautiful, even under these fluorescent lights, you in those orange scrubs.
Dale Wisely is a proponent of economy of language. He edits Right Hand Pointing and a new ezine for 1st person true stories, Left Hand Waving.
1. Lee Keyes
18/12/2009 04:10 pmI think I had thoughts like this during my colonoscopy…
Seriously, very clever. I like it.
2. Dale
18/12/2009 05:54 pmLee, most of my ideas come to me during invasive medical procedures and/or under anesthesia.
3. Lambchop
19/12/2009 07:33 pmNice . . . very nice . . . I like it.
4. djm
19/12/2009 07:38 pmI don’t get it. <:-?
5. Dale
19/12/2009 08:09 pmdjm, you raise not getting it, and making sure everyone knows you don’t get it, to an art form.
6. Jennifer
22/12/2009 10:06 amMade me laugh out loud! And I love how the tension builds.
7. fjs
22/12/2009 07:16 pmthere is something very hot about a chick in orange scrubs.