So....this evening I was trying to kill time before I was carried off to bed. (yes.....I really flop like a ragdoll...thus...MY BREED) and I asked what is a husband and why does all the other cast of characters have one? She gave me a puzzled look........checked herself out in the window glass....fluffed her hair and said...."because I am waiting for George". George who????????? (and does he have Wisker Lickens?) She says with the most serious voice I have ever heard "George Clooney....." I raised one perfect eyebrow and looked her right in the eye.....you have got to be kidding!!!!!! You can not be serious? He is in Italy!! And......he is a movie star. "
She said "No... .. he does not live in Italy all the time".
I hope everyone is following me in the fact that she HAS NO LOGIC. None.
At this completely insane perspective I have to point out the facts to her.
1. He will never come to this prison of a house
2. He will never come to this state
3. He is not going to invite you to his villa
4. You will never have a chance encounter with him on a plane. (when? A layover in Philly?)
5. You will never bump into him at a James Taylor concert
6. He will not see you from across the room at "The Mews" and fall madly in love
7. You will never sell him a house
8. He will not see your picture in The Narragansett Times and track you down
9. Nobody will want to "FIX YOU UP WITH HIM"
10. Even IF you ever met him.......I highly doubt he would sweep you (and me) off our feet to live in harmony in his Villa....in Italy....on a lake...,.filled with Wisker Lickens.
I am quite certain she has seen one too many Julia Roberts movies.
She gave me a look (I get them often) and said "Annie Grace......you should be more positive."
What I am is ...............POSITIVELY certain that my well being is in her hands and while I wait for Sammer to come help with my escape.....I am doomed. Without any "Husband". Positively doomed.
Wednesday, September 24
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Annie Grace, don't listen to her complain for one second! Whether she'd ever admit it or not, I am rather certain she has enjoyed these English Muffins...a number of ways. Let me take a guess: one she ate with peanut butter on it; the next she had with butter that she probably hand-churned herself, being the Martha Stewart that she is; then she decided to get crazy and make little pizzas out of them - am I right? Has she pulled out the hummus yet?
But need I point out that she has yet to share one with you? Think how good they'd be with those Lickens things you're always talking about, smeared all over the nooks and crannies....
Uh-huh....I know it, you're thinking about moving in with the Urchins aren't you?! They'd share their muffins! There's plenty of them here in WG, baby! Fresh, frozen, stale, you name it....
Okay, so maybe I can't seem to comment on the correct blog (I'm a day late!) but I still have good English Muffins. I am a SMITH, after all!
xo Smitty Jr.
P.S. I'll have my people contact George's people and see what we can set up for The Lady. Whatever I can do to help your misery, Annie Grace!
If you only knew...........
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