Encore

I worry sometimes about repeating myself with the stories I tell. I hope someone will tell me if I do. My father in law was a great one for telling stories, and he had a few that you tended to hear quite frequently, although they often became embellished over time. My husband told me once, “shoot me if I ever become like that!” Well he told the same story three days in a row over Xmas, according to my daughters – a delightful tale about how the old dog farted on his pillow and the smell was so noxious and pervasive he thought she’d shat herself. I haven’t had the heart to tell him as he’d be mortified. So let’s just keep it between ourselves, shall we?