Hey Wiii-lll-mmm-aaa!

12 10 2008

I had an interesting weekend – some good, some very sad. Will write on that later, perhaps in a day or so.

Meantime, we were coming back from where we’d been this weekend and I saw a dead kangaroo on the side of the road and said something like “dead boomer” or “big boomer”. My husband thought I’d said “Wilma”! So all afternoon on the drive back home we called every dead roo “Wilma”.

Guess you had to be there. But I think that “Wilma” will become part of our shorthand to each other from now on.