"Spit," I said.
"You think this is funny," Myx said.
"Funnier than me sitting there!"
We were at my dentist's office for a checkup. The good doctor was patiently standing behind me while I framed this photo. I explained what I was doing, but sometimes the whole concept of taking a picture of your book for a blog seems kind of convoluted when trying to synopsize it. Thankfully, he nodded as if it all made perfect sense.
"OK--you're turn, Dave."
"What's the rush?"
"Too many things here to harm a book: drills, x-rays--even that water over there," Myx said as if I would buy it.
"We'd need an earthqauke to get that water to spill, Myx."
"Could happen. Hey, Dave, the doc looks concerned.
Maybe me actually talking to a book had him puzzled. Maybe I should shut up and--awww--what the heck!
I smiled. "Spit!" I said loudly.

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