Toe twidling

Okay, so this post doesn't really belong here, but I thought it was too funny to not write about.

I spent part of the afternoon hanging out with my old lady friend, reading the newspaper and discussing North Korean politics, when the phone rang. It was her daughter. Below is what I heard of the conversation.

"Hello, Dear. I'm good, thank you. Susan's here and she's informing me of the world's happenings. Oh, I'm just twidling my toes. They're in my shoes, Sweetheart, which makes it even more of a challenge. Good to hear your voice. We'll talk again soon. Bye bye."

How I love Mrs. Wallach.