November 29, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Whence Came Thy Pantaloons?
“I want to go shopping.”
“But Wilma, you don’t need to shop. I shop for you and get everything you need.”
“You got new fur. I want new fur.”
I have to think about this for a minute. I’m certain neither of her statements is true, nor is she she a liar. I think she’s referring to my new sweater, so I take it from the closet to show her.
“Is this what you mean?”
“Yes.” She sniffs it.
“This is clothing, Wilma. You don’t like wearing clothes. Like your raincoat.”
“I don’t want that.” She lets herself out to the back porch and settles into her spatchcock position, watching for invaders.
She may not like clothing, but she’s got some fancy pantaloons.