05 June 2026
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R. Linda:
I did not want to tell you about this latest fiasco, but I feel like me arm is being twisted by certain members of an Irish clan who thought me troubles were funny. As if the Dragon-in-law cooking up strange brews was not enough, and as Murphy's law seems to be the way of it, what was left of my sanity was blown to hell and back by the timely arrival of THE WEASIL!
Yes, the young scamp (not so young anymore, I might add) appeared out of the blue (or in his case, fire dancing around his vintage, implying he was thrown out of hell for a wee bit), on me doorstop. I was speechless, I was. I couldn't get the word 'why' out of me mouth for the life of me. He, of course, was all cheery and glad to be out of the fire (I be guessing) and ready to wreak havoc on what was left of me life.
I reluctantly let him in, to the sound of Tonya's voice, saying NO, over and over. What could I do? He was already inside and headed straight to her for a bear hug she did not want or appreciate. Then it was onto the kitchen for coffee without asking, and when he saw the Dragon, it was this:
"OCK! Me girl, cummere, ye beautiful thing!"
After I barfed in the loo, I came back to find him sitting at table with her majesty the Dragon and the two of them chatting up a storm, both overtalking the other, to which it was a mad gab fest between them, that made no earthly sense to normal souls, but to the two children of Lucifer made perfect sense.
Meanwhile, the wife was leaning against the kitchen counter, holding a wooden spoon as though for protection and shaking her head NO this can't be happening. I wanted to console her, but truly, who's going to console me?!
I watched as Weasil went for the coffee pot, and you know he drinks straight out of it, and that got not only me in action, but Tonya got herself between him and the coffee as I grabbed his arm to hold him back.
"Just wait a minute!" I told him.
With an evil smile, Tonya turned to the cabinet and got out the special cup we bought just for Mr W.
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| Weasil's Special Cup |
Tonya and I thought this looked enough like a coffee pot he'd use this instead of the real thing. AND, he was thrilled with it. He insisted he'd pour his own coffee into his new cup and just wait. He reached into his bag and brought out another cup he just happened to have for ME! He poured us both black coffees, and while I was trying to find words for his generous thought for me, he chattered on about the fact he'd been in contact with the Wolf clan and how he'd signed me up for something THEY told him about, and all thought it was a perfect fit for me!
Talk about squirming in one's seat, that was me. UH OH. I knew this could not be good, BUT it was better than Captain Jack coming up with something for me, and that thought was short-lived because it was just as stupid an idea as Jack would come up with! I was shocked, I was.
I downed me coffee and went for another cup when I looked inside and saw this at the bottom:
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| Yup, I should have expected anything less? |
No wonder he was so happy I liked the cup. That is, until I saw the writing at the bottom. What a guy, huh?
So, back to the beginnings of the fiasco. I was told that somewhere in me neck of the woods, there was a donkey race, and, being a "professional donkey racer" (couldn't be further from the truth), I was signed up to represent some charity for abandoned mice. Yup, MICE. Like, there is such a thing.
I hemmed and hawed, I did. I did not like any of this and said so in many unchosen words, which set the wife to thinking, it would be a great way to get EVERYONE out of the house so she could have at least one day of quiet bliss. Is she selfish or what? At my expense, even!
I knew if I didn't do it, she'd be mad, and that would be one more person I'd have to tiptoe around, so I reluctantly, and I MEAN reluctantly, agreed to this stupid donkey race for a mouse charity.
"Gabbie, my daughter will be so proud of you since she has an extensive collection of mouses herself."
"Mice." I corrected. And yeah, she does, she's a mad scientist, and well, if anyone needed to be outlawed in owning mice, it was HER!
What do I get meself into, I ask ya! Anyway, once me nerves settle from the "experience", I will write it down for your viewing pleasure. All too recent and still trying to get past it.
Gabe
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Come on, mice are people too, LOL. Well, maybe not, but you did your good deed for the day and are truly blessed with Irishness. I mean that sincerely from my Irish heart to yours. Or, at least today I do. LOL
ReplyDeleteI know what you are referring to and that's being mean because you know the rest of the story. But it be coming soon to a blog near you, me boyo.
Deleteof course, weasil would show up. all you need now is his sidekick robbie. and ick mice! what mess did you get into with the wolf clan i haven't heard. like both cups.
ReplyDeleteYou had to voice that name, didn't you? If he shows up its all your fault.
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