U like hear my hospito funny?
Dis was about 8 years ago. Nolemana had to have surgery foa someting. I knew was going be one long wait, so I wen take my portable spinning wheel along wit some dyed, purple wool foa spin. I was in da big waiting room, spinning away, when along wen come dis doctor wit a few interns. He wen see me and wen ask me, “What are you doing?” I wen tell him I stay spinning yarn. He wen ask me, “What is it that you’re spinning?” and in my most polite voice, I wen tell him dat was wool, from sheep. He wen gimme dis high makamaka look down yards and yards of his high makamaka nose.
Den he wen turn, and wit his coat tails flapping in da breeze, his entourage following him as he wen walk away down da hall, I wen hear him say in dis sarcastic, high makamaka voice, “Yeah right! Purple sheep!”
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Well, I get purple cows – do they count? (Ogden Nash notwithstanding).
Of course they count! I love that Ogden Nash poem too.
I’d love to have a purkle blankie made from purkle sheep clothes!
Oh yeah no! If I had purkle sheep I would make you one!
Ha! Doctor lolo!
Dear Moki,
I laughed out loud at this; leave it to the doctors to know everything.
Love,
Kalani