Madam Ruth
The fax machine rang this morning. I told Hubby, “I just know it’s an offer for a trip to Cancun.”Sure enough.
He said, “You were psychic. Are you going to set yourself up as Madam Roxie?”
“No, Madam Ruth, the black-haired gypsy with the gold-capped tooth!”
He asked, “Are you going to get a gold-capped tooth?’
“Uh, no.”
The lyric in Love Potion No. 9 is actually “Madam Rue, you know, that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth?”
posted by Roxie at
9:19 AM
2 Comments:
Well, that doesn't take a crystal ball. If we get a fax without getting a call first, it's either for a trip to Cancun or some sort of insurance. It doesn't matter if you call them and asked to be removed from their list. The faxes just keep coming.
No kidding. I keep thinking of how many trees are needlessly slaughtered for these stupid things.
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