Monday, November 26, 2007

Agnes, Agnes, Agnes...

Oh lord, that woman scares me sometimes... You know, she's either whacked out on medication, or she woke up and forgot to put her brains back in her head.

I got this strange call from her just now:

Agnes: Madge, are you ready? I'm on my way over to pick you up.
Me: What are you talking about?
Agnes: Well hurry up and get dressed or we'll be late for temple.
Me: Agnes we're not Jewish, and it's only Monday afternoon.
Agnes: Oh, right... Well in that case, you wanna go out for lunch?
Me: It's a little too late for that, how about dinner?
Agnes: Sure, I'll see you at 6.
Me: Sigh, see you then.
Agnes: Shalom!


Church Lady said...

Why didn't you go with her to the temple? Weren't you curious?

Next time, shut up and go for the ride.

Madge Sinclair said...

Curious? Me? In one of my earliest posts I said that I've been to temples before, and that I love them better than church because the Jews always throw one hell of a pot luck!

Apparently Agnes had a stroke over the phone, or something...

A sassy, gassy, hip, old Braud from Kansas City cuts loose on the internet.