Robin screwed the cap back on the vermouth and gently stirred the martini. “Well, I didn’t think he would really be that old and fat and ugly,” she said as she filled her v-shaped glass. “Based on the brilliant advice he gives on the blog, I thought this would be the consummate workshop!”
The Church Lady jabbed an elbow into Robin’s side, “Heh, heh, you were hoping for consummate but all we got was consommé!”
“Yeah, the whole thing was one disappointment after another. I should’ve called a cab the minute I saw that darn cairn. I noticed you barely participated in that exercise.” Robin delicately extracted the olive from the pick with a flick of her tongue.
“Well Robin, when it comes to helping EE get his rocks off, you are the obvious choice! But wasn’t it nice of Dave to offer to do the ‘dirty deed’?”
“The man was insufferable!” said Dave. “And when I realized I could use a piece of that awful wire sculpture as a garrote, the plan just blossomed, like a rose in Spring.”
“Yes, Thanks Dave,” said ril, who looked rather jaunty with the limo driver’s hat on his head slightly askew. “And did I mention what a brilliant idea it was to, ah, bury the evidence right there, beneath those very stones?”
“Enough of the chit-chat, let’s get down to business. Robin has to fly to London on Tuesday and Church Lady’s kids are home on Winter Break, so who’s going to do the blog this week? ”
--ME
10 comments:
Ooh, see! I KNEW there was a conspiracy afoot! But offing EE? ME, I didn't know you had it in you. What respect I had for you -- It's just gone up a notch!
Heh heh. I'm grinning.
Dave, you superhero you!
And we run the blog from behind ril's jaunty (and evil) cap?
Chris, looks like you have a rep for finding the funny, girlfriend.
Poor EE - you're gettin' it this week, (or not), now aren't ya?
Good one, me. Good chuckle!
Poor EE. C'mere, darling...
I did not snicker. Swear it.
Superhero? Murderer is more like it. Why shucks, ma'am, I'm the least violent person that any of you know.
The creepy thing is that I used to have a neighbor who worked in salvage and had a 2 meter satellite dish in his yard for years. In West Virginia, they let let loose the chickens on them old satellite dishes and when the chicken litter seals the holes, they fill up the dish with water and use if as a decorative avant-garde bird bath. It's almost as big a status symbol as the jack-up, over-chromed F150 with the deer-spotting lights on the roll bar.
Dave, what I love about your comments is your "I used to..." vignettes. I am constantly amazed at your diversity of experience and knowledge. From metropolitan symphonies to chickens in satellite dishes. Never know what you'll come up with next, but it's always worth reading!
Does anyone honestly think they could kill off EE? I can not possibly imagine him staying dead.
I agree, Peter.
He'd come back with a vengeance; then we'd really be in trouble.
Brilliant. An actual story and funny too.
PJD - - Just don't believe anything my three ex-wives say.
A tip of the hat to ME, and thanks for the mention. You have me pegged right -- ever the designated driver while other folks are having all the fun!
A gentle start leading to a heinous crime: ruining a perfectly good work of art.
ME--this is really, really funny!!!
:-)
PJD, I agree. Whenever I see Dave's 'I used to' I just smile and keep reading.
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