"It's not for sale"
"Everything's for sale. How much?"
From the picture you know how that story played out. I believe it was on that same trip that I went on my first loop-de-loop roller coaster after my father promised to buy me anything I wanted. I went home with a stuffed bear bigger than I was. I'm suprised my parents haven't referred to that time as, "The Year of a Million Indulgences". It's funny how time changes your perspective.
Well, now that I have gotten completely off topic...isn't this a cute picture?
I seem to be on a roll so just as a another completely random side note I cannot for the life of me correctly spell exercise. It's always excersize which the spell checker can't do anything with. Whatever. Rant off.
2 comments:
haha, that does sound like Claudia!! love it! that picture is adorable, too - they're growing up SO FAST! :)
My motto was then and still is," everything is for sale, you just have to establish the price." Unfortunately I just don't have any money to back it up at the moment. This reminds me of a story that Daddy used to tell. It has two versions.
My Dear,” said the gentleman to the lady, “would you go to bed with me for a million dollars?”
“Well, yes, I suppose I would,” she replied.
“Here’s $100. Let’s go then.”
“How dare you! What kind of person do you think I am?”
“My Dear, we have already established that. Now we are merely haggling over the price!”
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It is said that everyone has their price. In the joke, a rich old man keeps asking a young lady how much to go to bed with him. At $1 million, she says yes; he starts to lower the price and she retorts "What do you think I am" and he follows with .... We've established what you are; now we're just haggling over the price
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