Hi....It's me...Annie Grace...
There seems to be a flurry of activity going on here. (Besides the house being re-shingled by two guys who I just sit in the window and stare at because they are annoying my naps..then after a day or so I thought maybe they are my escape! If only they would open a window, sneak in to use the bathroom...I would be free!!! But no....so I glare at them. They are madly in love with me....of course they are men.....pay no attention ....and they LOVE you!) So the activity is .....suddenly everyone just decided to call The Lady, leave messages saying hello or inviting her so a "event". Even someone named Cat, I gasped when I heard that...Is she a cat? Will she help me? Do I know her? Then I think about myself ....as always..... can you imagine if she did not give me a name? It's like an episode from Breakfast at Tiffany's (which is her favorite and she really does think she is Audrey Hepburn). If you have seen the movie then you will remember the cat has no name.....just Cat. Every sentence The Lady said would start with ...."Oh Cat...is this the right shade of lipstick for me?" If I did not have the name Annie Grace...Oh my!
Anyway....Why so much attention now? I asked her. As she pours herself a goblet of fermented grape juice with a smug look on her face she says to me "they want to make sure they are invited to The Blessed Event and at any given year they could be shunned for lack of contact with me." I still don't understand so I ask "what's the big deal?" She takes a very un-lady like swig and shakes her head at me "Annie.....(again.... this is where it could have been just Cat) I have obtained THE ORNAMENT". So I sit quite confused as to what I should do or say at this point. I said "let me see it". She slugs another gulp and says "Nope....no one can see it until The Blessed Event evening...not even you". Not even me? What am I going to do? Tell all the animals of the world? She shakes her head and says "you will see Annie Grace.....it's a highly competitive, violent and stressful evening." Just great... I must make note of this evening and plan my escape. But....what I do know...is The Lady has THE ORNAMENT. The winning ornament.
Thursday, October 30
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3 comments:
Listen lady, you sit around getting drunk off 'grape juice' all day; no wonder you think your cat talks to you. Don't get too cocky on the ornament being a winner. I wonder how a cat looks hanging from a tree?
Oh, no he dit-int! Did your brother seriously just say that? WOW, I've gotta meet this guy...you know how much I like warped individuals, Lady.
Surely you can't be serious ("stop calling me Shirley" -- tell me you're an "Airplane!" fan, too, Annie Grace!). The Lady is SO SURE she found "it" but she hasn't seen MINE yet!
(Okay, I haven't seen it yet, either, but that's besides the point. I've been looking. It just hasn't jumped out at me thus far. I will find the winner this year, though. I'm highly competitive. It's not gonna be pretty if I lose AGAIN.)
First of all...to my shock and dismay...The NJ Waif just confesed she has not even given it a thought! Second...LOVE LOVE Airplane and Third...my brother actually finds the ornament and June usually takes credit for it...and often wins. Scary.
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