i would think it would encourage something with a british accent: "oh, no (sob) - no, not this year. they all died in a tragic fire last april - you didn't know? oh of course you couldn't have known. it was all quite hush-hush because of the relocation program, but it has been just a bloody dreadful year, and christmas just seems like so much more dark than normal, doesn't it?"
Or I could have stared them down with a rather queer gleam in my eye, cocked my eyebrow officiously and demanded to know why they thought that I, the paragon of all things untraditional would desecrate my body with CHILDREN. And the rest of my life.
Or, let's just do as Laura says. More eggnog all around. For everyone.
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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.
I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of
joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have
a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women
who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like
I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses
of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel
obligated, that link is here only by request.
i would think it would encourage something with a british accent: "oh, no (sob) - no, not this year. they all died in a tragic fire last april - you didn't know? oh of course you couldn't have known. it was all quite hush-hush because of the relocation program, but it has been just a bloody dreadful year, and christmas just seems like so much more dark than normal, doesn't it?"
something like that.
Or you could bring on the spiked eggnog. Yes, definitely.
Or I could have stared them down with a rather queer gleam in my eye, cocked my eyebrow officiously and demanded to know why they thought that I, the paragon of all things untraditional would desecrate my body with CHILDREN. And the rest of my life.
Or, let's just do as Laura says. More eggnog all around. For everyone.