"Not to worry, Missy, this isn't a REAL cigar; it's like a PEZ! See, ya tilt back the cigar, and you can keep SMARTIES inside!! I always eat the red ones last, and, did you know..." she paused with a mischievous giggle,
"...that they DO make you smart?"
"Hey, wait just a darn minute!" Phil thought; the peanuts were making him groggier. He had begun to wish he had not eaten all those chocolate croissants at the airport lineup, but, well, they WERE free samples.
Phil let out a small puff of gas, and thought to himself in a green haze. "Mother??? Was my Mother sitting behind me at this very minute? Was she wearing one of her embarrassing 'Groucho Marx' disguises?"
"Free air miles!" she whispered in his ear, her fake mustache tickling him, as he slipped into a croissant coma, a smile on his lips. "Good ol' Ma, how she did love an adventure..."
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
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