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R. Linda:
So there I be, sitting in the laundry room watching me green blankie go around and around on the drying cycle, waiting for it to come out smelling fresh and clean and ready to wrap me cold body in the warmth of just out of the dryer warmth. Ahhh. BUT that didn't happen. I got a phone call.
Tonya told me to pick up the phone, so I went to the office and got "Please hold for an important message from Dr. Ron Paul." By the time I got back, the dryer had finished, but to my surprise the green blanket was gone. I was baffled. I went into the living room and there sitting wrapped up all comfy warm in me clean an Downey Soft green blankie was the DRAGON. With another cup of me Tetley Tea, a magazine and a plate of shortbread cookies!
Me dander was up. I was about to march in there and pull that blanket from the dragon lady, when I was collared by me wife and shoved into the kitchen.
"I know what you were going to do," she hissed in a whisper. "You can't deny an old woman a blanket, she's not used to the cold."
"Not used to the cold? She's from NEW JERSEY! Not exactly the tropics down there. And she's not THAT old she feels a constant chill. Give me a break Tonya! Give her YOUR black blankie and let me have mine!" I was equally hissing in a whisper back.
"You know I can't do that. She's already taken the green one and that's the one she must want. Get over yourself, go get the afghan it is in the bedroom."
Now the afghan is this ratty piece of knitted blanket that is as old as our 200 year old house. I don't even know where it came from, or who it belonged to. It was used to mop up spilt milk, it was used to wipe down the wet dog, it was used to cover dirty laundry that wasn't picked up when a neighbour dropped by unexpectedly, it was used as a hand rag while draped over a kitchen chair and God knows what else it wasn't meant for. It was cleaned, but the thought of wrapping meself in that moth eaten, full of holes blanket the dog had been wrapped in, was well . . . repulsive.
Instead, I got meself on the couch across from the dragon and openly stared at her with all the hostility I could muster until me wife came in and sat down next to me with the same stare only at me! I knew I had to stop it or get locked out of me bed for the night, so I gave up. THAT'S RIGHT -- I GAVE UP, I QUIT!
It was another day of being told what to do, followed around, made to feel like an unwelcomed visitor in me own house before the dragon made the breakfast announcement she thought we were all better and she was going to leave.
OH THE GODS HEARD ME! Or, at least I thought they did.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
So there I be, sitting in the laundry room watching me green blankie go around and around on the drying cycle, waiting for it to come out smelling fresh and clean and ready to wrap me cold body in the warmth of just out of the dryer warmth. Ahhh. BUT that didn't happen. I got a phone call.
Tonya told me to pick up the phone, so I went to the office and got "Please hold for an important message from Dr. Ron Paul." By the time I got back, the dryer had finished, but to my surprise the green blanket was gone. I was baffled. I went into the living room and there sitting wrapped up all comfy warm in me clean an Downey Soft green blankie was the DRAGON. With another cup of me Tetley Tea, a magazine and a plate of shortbread cookies!
Me dander was up. I was about to march in there and pull that blanket from the dragon lady, when I was collared by me wife and shoved into the kitchen.
"I know what you were going to do," she hissed in a whisper. "You can't deny an old woman a blanket, she's not used to the cold."
"Not used to the cold? She's from NEW JERSEY! Not exactly the tropics down there. And she's not THAT old she feels a constant chill. Give me a break Tonya! Give her YOUR black blankie and let me have mine!" I was equally hissing in a whisper back.
"You know I can't do that. She's already taken the green one and that's the one she must want. Get over yourself, go get the afghan it is in the bedroom."
Now the afghan is this ratty piece of knitted blanket that is as old as our 200 year old house. I don't even know where it came from, or who it belonged to. It was used to mop up spilt milk, it was used to wipe down the wet dog, it was used to cover dirty laundry that wasn't picked up when a neighbour dropped by unexpectedly, it was used as a hand rag while draped over a kitchen chair and God knows what else it wasn't meant for. It was cleaned, but the thought of wrapping meself in that moth eaten, full of holes blanket the dog had been wrapped in, was well . . . repulsive.
Instead, I got meself on the couch across from the dragon and openly stared at her with all the hostility I could muster until me wife came in and sat down next to me with the same stare only at me! I knew I had to stop it or get locked out of me bed for the night, so I gave up. THAT'S RIGHT -- I GAVE UP, I QUIT!
It was another day of being told what to do, followed around, made to feel like an unwelcomed visitor in me own house before the dragon made the breakfast announcement she thought we were all better and she was going to leave.
OH THE GODS HEARD ME! Or, at least I thought they did.
Gabe
Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved
2 comments:
Ha!I sympathize.My grandmother is the same.
Nice to know someone else has one of those too! LOL
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