This one-liner comes courtesy of a friend and fellow writer who writes fabulous modern fantasies under the name of Eli Cobb. She reported the following conversation between a friend/relative of hers and the waitress at an unnamed restaurant. Friend/relative: What’s this oily milky liquid my egg…
Since my mother’s passing, I’ve been doing a lot of paperwork. I had to get an Affidavit (what, in Dickens, the lower characters called an “affy davey”) of Something-Or-Other proving I’m legally authorized to claim the stuff Mom considered too small to put in both…
