Well, I did it.
I made myself a welcome basket.
(You do realize this is more than a tab bit ridiculous to make yourself a welcome basket. And I'm even going to go so far as to say it's kinda pathetic.)
Well, if I'm arranging a self-made retreat, who else is going to do it?
(What the heck is Father Christmas doing in there?)
There was an empty space.
(You couldn't put a nice donut instead?)
I wish.
But once I got finished with it, I realized that I have all four seasons represented. It was totally unconscious.
(What's summer?)
The peppermints.
(That's a stretch.)
I know. Sometimes you have to stretch metaphors.
(But who gave you permission to torture one?)
I don't NEED permission. It's called creative license. Perhaps you've heard of it.
(Of course I have. I issue them.)
Oh dear. I think this conversation is over.
(It's not over until I s
