“him” …..a spoof on “her”……

Recently a friend went to view her”, the new Spike Jonze flick about a man who falls in love with his OS (that would be computer Operating System for those of you as technologically illiterate as myself).  After hearing my friends thoughts on the movie (double thumbs up and a box of Kleenex later) my wee little brain began whirring….what about a little something for the ladies?  Below is my creative compilation comprised of components from my kitchen cabinets.  Viola!  Movie release date Spring 2014.

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One Bad Fairy

That moment when you know that she knows that you know that she knows.  Confused yet?  Let me try this another way….

Daughter Two: “So, Mom, I’ve been having some trouble with the tooth fairy.”

Me: “What kind of trouble?” (Asked in a sing-song, Mary Poppins voice – ‘cause that’s how I roll)

Daughter Two: “Well I put my tooth under my pillow last night and the tooth fairy didn’t come.  AGAIN.”

Me (feigning surprise): “Oh, you put that under your pillow already? “

I should note that at this point she is glaring at me like something from “Evil Dead” and I am realizing that there is a very good reason that second children have an actual syndrome named after their status in life.  Thank GOD I was a first born.

Daughter Two: “Yes, yes I did.  And once again she is late.  MAYBE she’ll make it tonight.”

Final piercing glare then exit, stage left.

And then I knew.  I knew that she knew that I knew that she KNEW.   We were there – that delicate crossroad in life when the fairy tale ends but no one is ready to say the words.   She knew that the fairy wasn’t delayed because of a volcanic explosion in Iceland that grounded all creatures of flight or late by a couple of days because she had a broken wing.   Uh-huh, before you ask, used them both and few more.  Like I said above – second child syndrome is real for a reason.

So bittersweet is that moment of knowing, for both of us.  Because now I know that she knows that I definitely suck as a fairy.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make some interest payments on an enamel coated dentin blob.

Six Word Saturday

 

 

 

 

 UNABASHEDLY  WANDERING THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED.

I poached this fun game from  http://www.showmyface.com .

Want to play along?  All that’s necessary to participate is to describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. Feel free to explain or not explain. For more information, try clicking here.  (clicking here will magically transport you to Show My Face’s page where you can read more about her and how the game originated)
If you play along in your blog, please add a link.  Please link back to both my page AND Show My Face.

Q is for Query

 Day 19 the Blogging from A to Z challenge April 2012“Q”

 

Q uestioning every sentence, line, word, and letter.

U tilizing quintessential resources to create credible work.

E xhaling when each piece finally fits into place.

R ewriting until the shine from excessive polishing is blinding.

Y earning to hold the bound, published product of a million dreams.

O is for Overkill

Day 17 the Blogging From A to Z challenge April 2012“O”

 

Open mind outpours onto you                 

Outlaying odes and obtending   

Organity, often sending

One’s own ontography on through.

Orthology eludes a few

Overcome by overt mending,

Once corrected it’s worth sending.

Organized octonary coup!

 

Octastich or Octave = A strophe, stanza, or poem consisting of eight verses or lines.  When using the latter term, the eight lines usually have a rhyming scheme of a/b/b/a/a/b/b/a.

Octosyllabic = having eight syllables per line.

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so…….Off with you odorous old oinker.  Obnoxious, overt, ogling of my original outpourings will obviously offend me.

Over and Out (trucker)