Mulletman: (...as he breezes into the kitchen and slides to a stop.) How long will that take to bake?
Groovy: (preoccupied...Groovy's thoughts are focused on oiling the sewing machine and dusting/vacuuming the upstairs rooms before Notcon4med and Co. arrive on Monday.)
Huh? Oooooh, this? I dunno. I s'pose about an hour. ( Suddenly Groovy becomes suspicious. Mulletman seems way too interested in this bit of culinary art.) Why?
Mulletman: Well, I gotta go run some errands.
Groovy: (Trying to look interested; the stoneware pan is getting heavy!) And?
Mulletman: Well, I was thinking that if Mom would agree to watch the girls, you could come with me. Maybe we could get coffee!
Groovy: (Glancing at the clock. If they are going to stop at the library on the way to the noisy-house-with-many-young-boys, they need to leave in exactly 2 hours.) Where are you thinking of going?
Mulletman: I need to pick up a well testing kit and take the recycling and then stop by the grocery store to pick up milk and toilet paper. Oh, and if you come, we'll get coffee too and maybe price some evergreens to fill in that bald spot on the perimeter of the yard. (He smiles hopefully.) So, you think you can come?
Groovy: Um... ( Puckering up her face as considers. She really does have alot to do. The baking, the cleaning, the oiling - she was going to do those while the dessert baked. And, to top it all off, she HATES running errands and, knowing Mulletman, he's grossly underestimating how long the whole trip will take. Likely it would push them into being late for dinner. Worse yet, she'd still be stuck with doing all that cleaning tomorrow and tomorrow is already scheduled within an inch of 24. Sometimes it was wearing being married to such a needy man!)
No honey, I've got so much to do. I think I'll just stay here and get it done.
Mulletman slumps away...
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Same Scene, Different Perspective:
Groovy has been rushing around the house doing some serious cleaning and rearranging in preparation for August company, a 50th wedding anniversary party, and a new school year. Because they have a dinner engagement for the evening, she has just finished putting the delectable crunch topping on a large pan of blueberry dessert. She is just turning to open the door to the preheated oven when...
Mulletman: (...as he breezes into the kitchen and slides to a stop.) How long will that take to bake?
Groovy: (preoccupied...Groovy's thoughts are focused on oiling the sewing machine and dusting/vacuuming the upstairs rooms before Notcon4med and Co. arrive on Monday.)
Huh? Oooooh, this? I dunno. I s'pose about an hour. ( Suddenly Groovy becomes suspicious. Mulletman seems way too interested in this bit of culinary art.) Why?
Mulletman: Well, I gotta go run some errands.
Groovy: (Trying to look interested; the stoneware pan is getting heavy!) And?
Mulletman: Well, I was thinking that if Mom would agree to watch the girls, you could come with me. Maybe we could get coffee!
Groovy: (Glancing at the clock. If they are going to stop at the library on the way to the noisy-house-with-many-young-boys, they need to leave in exactly 2 hours.) Where are you thinking of going?
Mulletman: I need to pick up a well testing kit and take the recycling and then stop by the grocery store to pick up milk and toilet paper. Oh, and if you come, we'll get coffee too and maybe price some evergreens to fill in that bald spot on the perimeter of the yard. (He smiles hopefully.) So, you think you can come?
Groovy: ( Puckering up her face as considers. She really does have alot to do. The baking, the cleaning, the oiling - she was going to do those while the dessert baked. And, to top it all off, she HATES running errands and... Suddenly a realization dawns on her busy, distracted mind. The man wants to spend time alone. WITH HER. Her sweet husband is hinting that he wants an impromptu date. He has even figured out a way for instant babysitting. AND he's willing to spring for coffee. Alot of women would trade their eye teeth for a husband like that!
It's time to employ Semper Gumbi!
Decisively, she sets down the pan of blueberry crunch and turns the oven off.)
Sure, why not? If we get running late, we'll just throw the library books in the depository bin an get new books on another day. Let's go!
And they lived Happily Ever After!
The Scene:
The Name Game (stolen from Marianne)
1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car)
Spookie Villager (oooooo. I like it!)
2. Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe)
Homemade Strawberry Sneaker (Careful, homefries. I have a knife and I know how to use it!)
3. Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal)
Cranberry Nubian
4. Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born)
Lynn Willoughby
5. Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name)
Grunsh
6. Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
Bittersweet Coffee (throw some sugar in that, will ya?)
7. NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers)
Hell-ooo. Disfunctional family. I don't know my grandfathers' names!
8. Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Lavender Truffle (Hey...I'm not THAT kind of dancer! snicker*giggle)
9. TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Draper Detroit
10. Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Autumn Violet (Sounds better than Day-after-Christmas Daisy!)
11. Cartoon name (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now)
Watermelon Sweater (Yes, a sweater in August...Let's not talk about it, please.)
12. Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
FruitCrunch Crabapple (*SNORT*)
13. Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived)
Spookie Mentor-on-the-Lake
