I am not dead. I just want you to know, because rumors have been going around (I think circulated by Rach) that I fell off the face of the earth in a horrible accident involving a time warp and a polka-dotted apron. It's simply not true. I'm very much alive. I happen to be involved in this thing called life. Ever heard of it? Yeah, well, it would seem that this "life" stuff is pretty time consuming. So I just want to say that I'm sorry I'm neglecting this at the moment. It IS on my list of things to do...it's just near the bottom. But the next section will come. I promise.
In the meantime, go catch tadpoles, or make popovers, or microwave a marshmallow.
I must return to life...where I am currently chilling with three butterflies by the names of Elmo, Chico, and Fabio. Have a fantabulous day.
p.s. Ok, I admit that when the spell-checker said that "fantabulous" was spelled incorrectly, I double checked my spelling before realizing that it's not actually a word. How embarrassing...
Friday, April 17, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
part 17 {rach}
“Wow, that’s quick.”
“Yeah, I know.”
There was a pause. Eliana yawned.
“So, is that all you wanted to tell me?” she asked after a moment.
“Oh. Yeah. I’ll let you go. You probably want to get to bed.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Eliana yawned again.
“You can come over tomorrow and meet him if you want.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Yawn.
Eliana received another phone call at 7am the next morning. This time it was Mrs. Zangler. “Eliana, is that you?”
“Oh, hi Mrs. Z,” Eliana said. “You need something?”
“I was going to ask you a favor, dear,” Mrs. Zangler said. “I know you’ve really been enjoying yourself at the Ward and all…but would you mind staying home to entertain a…um…guest of mine?”
“The junior Prime Minister of Thailand, perhaps?” Eliana asked, grinning.
“How did you know?” Mrs. Zangler asked.
“Hayden told me.”
“But…he just found out last night…around midnight!”
Eliana laughed. “I know.” She said.
There was a pause as the gears turned in Mrs. Zangler’s head. Then, “Oh my. I’m so sorry dear. Did he wake you up?”
“It’s no problem,” Eliana said, laughing, “and I’d be glad to stay home with your guest.”
“Oh good,” Mrs. Zangler said. “Percival will be so delighted, I’m sure.”
“Percival?” Eliana asked politely.
“Yes, he’s our guest. Percival Hendrickson Harold Puddenplip the Third.”
“Ooookay…” Eliana said, trying to think of something nice and polite she could say to that. Nothing was coming to mind.
“He got in about an hour ago,” Mrs. Zangler continued, “and decided to take a nap. Long flight, I suppose. But Hayden will call you when he wakes up. Is that satisfactory?”
“Perfectly,” Eliana said, smiling.
“Very good. Talk to you later, dear.”
Only two minutes after Eliana hung up the phone, it rang again. I seem to be suddenly very popular, she mused, glancing at the cell phone. Addison’s name was on the screen.
“Hello?”
“He has a lemur!!!!!”
Eliana blinked. “Excuse me?”
“He has a lemur!” Addison repeated. “Percival has an ALBINO LEMUR!!!”
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the quote of the day was said by George Bernard Shaw: "I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation." I should start doing that...oh wait, I already do! :D
goodbye.
“Yeah, I know.”
There was a pause. Eliana yawned.
“So, is that all you wanted to tell me?” she asked after a moment.
“Oh. Yeah. I’ll let you go. You probably want to get to bed.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Eliana yawned again.
“You can come over tomorrow and meet him if you want.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Yawn.
Eliana received another phone call at 7am the next morning. This time it was Mrs. Zangler. “Eliana, is that you?”
“Oh, hi Mrs. Z,” Eliana said. “You need something?”
“I was going to ask you a favor, dear,” Mrs. Zangler said. “I know you’ve really been enjoying yourself at the Ward and all…but would you mind staying home to entertain a…um…guest of mine?”
“The junior Prime Minister of Thailand, perhaps?” Eliana asked, grinning.
“How did you know?” Mrs. Zangler asked.
“Hayden told me.”
“But…he just found out last night…around midnight!”
Eliana laughed. “I know.” She said.
There was a pause as the gears turned in Mrs. Zangler’s head. Then, “Oh my. I’m so sorry dear. Did he wake you up?”
“It’s no problem,” Eliana said, laughing, “and I’d be glad to stay home with your guest.”
“Oh good,” Mrs. Zangler said. “Percival will be so delighted, I’m sure.”
“Percival?” Eliana asked politely.
“Yes, he’s our guest. Percival Hendrickson Harold Puddenplip the Third.”
“Ooookay…” Eliana said, trying to think of something nice and polite she could say to that. Nothing was coming to mind.
“He got in about an hour ago,” Mrs. Zangler continued, “and decided to take a nap. Long flight, I suppose. But Hayden will call you when he wakes up. Is that satisfactory?”
“Perfectly,” Eliana said, smiling.
“Very good. Talk to you later, dear.”
Only two minutes after Eliana hung up the phone, it rang again. I seem to be suddenly very popular, she mused, glancing at the cell phone. Addison’s name was on the screen.
“Hello?”
“He has a lemur!!!!!”
Eliana blinked. “Excuse me?”
“He has a lemur!” Addison repeated. “Percival has an ALBINO LEMUR!!!”
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the quote of the day was said by George Bernard Shaw: "I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation." I should start doing that...oh wait, I already do! :D
goodbye.
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