Setting: Early evening. Living room. Tempest and Thunder are sitting and reading. Thunder lifts his glass and take a big sip of his diet soda.
Tempest: (putting down her reading) Man! I have to pee like a werewolf!
Thunder: (sputtering his soda) What?! Pee like a… what?
Te: Werewolf…you know “Pee like a werewolf.” It’s an expression.
Th: No, it’s not.
Te: I think it is.
Th: So this is like your father’s “Drink like a rug” and “Lie like a fish.”
Te: No… It’s more like “Walk like an Egyptian” or “Run like a Gazelle.” Or “Golf like an Orc.”
You know… “Pee like a Werewolf.”
Th: *blink* *blink* Okay, no one pees like a werewolf.
Te: (thinking) Werewolves do.
Th: Maybe, but no regular humans do.
Te: How do humans pee?
Th: (annoyed at this point) The regular way!
Te: How do you know humans don’t pee like werewolves? Have you done the research?
Th: HOW WOULD I RESEARCH THE URINATION HABITS OF WEREWOLVES??
Te: (smirking) Dude, You know there’s no such thing as a werewolf, right?
Th: (fully exasperated) Ugh! But that was my whole poin…! Ooof!
Te: (leaving the room to pee like a werewolf)
Dude, calm down… You’re all red in the face. Chill. Don’t convulse like a Murloc, for crying out loud!
I went online to sign up for TSA Precheck for my upcoming nerd cruise trip.
I want to avoid airport hassle and get on the quicky, no shoes lovefest** line if I can.
**Okay, the TSA website doesn’t specifically offer ‘lovefest’ as a benefit, but I DID go through the full body scanner on my last trip and I DID feel I had a special moment with a large, uniformed man named Darryl…but I digress…**
So, I get to the Disqualifying Criminal Offenses and Factors section.
Thunder says I – and especially I – need to comb through this list *very* carefully.
“P’shaw!” I say…until I get to Kidnapping.
So here’s my question:
If a 10-year-old kidnaps her sister’s panda named Chubby and creates a ransom note from cut-out letters and words from a magazine, does it really count as kidnapping?
What if her mother told her it would go on her permanent record.
Asking for a friend…
Up in the middle of the night with odd dreams. Again.
Let me say right up front: Orson Welles is a dick!
Apparently, I invented a new Pumpkin Spice Latte that the world needed. It was more…pumpkiny? or spicy? …or latte-y?
Don’t know…all I know is that it was great…it was a thing.
Okay, I’m lauded coast to coast. I’m asked to be on talk show after talk show where I fit right in – but the old-fashioned type of talk show. Merv Griffin, Mike Douglas, and Johnny in the years before he drank himself in a stupor by the end of the show. The guests were all old Hollywood, too. Folks like Dino and Lucy and Totie Fields (seriously – don’t name your kid Totie) …and that dick, Orson Welles.
It all went south one night on The Tonight Show. Ed introduces me, and Doc and the band play me on with some kind of Pumpkin Spice brass-based theme music. I wave and smile as I head toward the couch. Johnny and I banter and laugh and laugh.
Now, Orson is already on the couch, having come out earlier in the evening, but now he wants to get into the conversation. He tells the whole world that he hates my Pumpkin Spice Latte because the minute he adds booze to it, the flavor profile turns ugly. Suddenly, my latte tastes like ashes. Doesn’t matter which type of booze is added – same problem. Orson has brought samples of my latte and lots of booze, enough for the entire audience to see for themselves.
And he’s right! Add a little vodka and the whole thing tastes like the fireplace your husband is too lazy to clean out even though he keeps saying he’ll do it.
I guess that’s a different discussion. Ahem.
I’m ruined. Very quickly I go from Queen of Unnecessary Coffee Drinks to living in a 1985 Dodge Caravan and declaring bankruptcy. Then I have to figure out another way to make a living.
Do that many people put booze in their lattes? C’mon, people!
One vice at a time!
Anyway, that’s why Orson Welles is a dick. If he had kept his big mouth shut instead of getting all up in my bidness, I could have branched out into other Pumpkin Spice marketing areas. Just think of it! …Pumpkin Spice Pez Dispensers…or Pumpkin Spice IPhone Covers… or Pumpkin Spice Diaper Pail Liners…the possibilities were endless.
Orson Welles…killing dreams since 2015.
I hope I was the only one who read:
“Join us all this month: we’re providing FREE Tricks and Treats.”
Uhm…let’s change that wording just a little please.
I have enough problems with the police dept regarding our parking overflows. I certainly don’t need a vice arrest added to my business problems.
Setting: Tempest and Thunder are flopped on living room chairs on a Sunday evening.
Tempest: Okay, I can hang on until we take our vacation. Remind me – when does it start?
Thunder: The 21st, and then we’re off for 10 days.
Te: Okay, but you still think we can’t really afford to go anywhere, right?
Th: We’ll go away during that time overnight for our anniversary, maybe. But really, it’s a ‘staycation.’ We can get some things done here. And we should really do a few things that might be fun around here or in the city – day trips or day-long activities.
Te: Any ideas?
Th: Nope, you?
Th: What do you want to do, Marty? (He has stolen this line from Tempest.)
Te: I don’t know; what do you want to do, Marty?
Th: We…could…hump a pumpkin…
Te: *blink* *blink* Wha?
Th: I don’t know. You asked me, and all I can think of is hump a pumpkin.
Te: … *blink*… but it has to be a local pumpkin, right? Cuz we’re not going anywhere.
Th: Oh, yeah. Local pumpkins only.
Te: *blink* *blink* We’re going to come up with something else, right?
Th: Maybe…probably…we’ll just use that one as a placeholder until we think of something else.
Te: But…if we don’t think of something else?
Th: …then we’re checking out the neighbors’ porches – we’ll see what’s still hanging around.
Te: *sigh* Okay, well…at least we have a plan…