Copyright © 2015 Stephen Hawley, all rights reserved.
“Ev, where’s the pepper?” I asked this morning after rummaging throughout the kitchen and dining room. I found the salt, surely the pepper couldn’t be far?
“Oh! It’s on the table in wrapping paper.”
“Alice was fixated on wrapping presents yesterday, so Alice [her namesake] helped her wrap it up.”
“Good to know.”
I filled up the emergency backup pepper mill (just visible, propping up the present), addressed the present to me and then put it under the tree.
11 more days until comedy gold ensues.
Sometimes the jokes just write themselves.