Bompa, I swear to you that the war with Japan is over.
Bompa, I swear to you that Manchester CT did not buy Norwich CT and then move it to Wethersfield.
Bompa, I swear to you that it is 8:00 at night and you don't need to eat breakfast
Bompa, I swear to you that I didn't steal your paring knife, it's on the table where you left it.
Bompa, I swear to you that cousin Margaret did not become a New York resident and buy Cape Cod.
Bompa, I swear to you that I will listen to your stories, no matter how crazy.
Bompa, I swear to you that I will keep you safe and watch over you always!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Last night Bompa asked me if I put all his clothes into a bag. I said, "No." He asked if I put all of our clothes into bags. I said, "No, why, was I supposed to?" He said that I needed to put all our clothes into bags and put them around the outside of the house. I asked why and he said, "It was to stop the flood water from coming in." I asked, "What flood water?" He said, "From the river." I asked, "What river?" He said, "The one in Willimantic." I said, "We're in Waterford and we don't live near a river." He said, "That doesn't matter, when the glacier melts the river is going to flood our house all the way from Willimantic." I said, "Well, I better get to bed and get a good nights sleep so I'll be ready tomorrow to fight that flood." He said, "Sleep good!"