Rough Patch
Mary Todd Lincoln, President Lincoln’s wife, joined me in my garden.
Mary Todd said, “When I was alive, I spent most of my days tending to the White House garden. I was desperate for tenderness and soft pettles were my dearest of friends.”
I said, “I don’t grow anything tender. The bugs and the weather have a way of devouring and destroying them. I prefer growing turnips and beets.”
Mary Todd Lincoln became downcast. I felt like an idiot. Mrs. Lincoln was looking for some kindness and I was being rough-hewn.
So I said, “Um, you look kind of nice.”
Mary Todd Lincoln blushed and fluttered her eye lashes and said, “Oh my! Why you are much, much, much too kind sir!”
Oh my God, I hit on Lincoln’s wife!
Brooks you crack me up. 🙂