Mary seems to have difficulty remembering what John Dill looks like. Bow tie... mustache... at least one ear... that's all I got.
So last month was kind of fun for the Wanders household...
My son's video went viral on Facebook and had over 6 million views. He had at least one TV Interview... and a feature article in the campus paper...
And then my daughter did this...
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Congratulations to you and your children.
In P 1 Mary seems to be wearing a black beret but in P 2 it appears to have blown off although the car is not a convertible. Kudos to everyone who noticed that Mary drove herself to the airport so many many months ago in a different colored car.
I don't want to know how your son pulls off that wonderful trick. I'm a firm believer in magic. And magic is what Maggie does with that voice. Somewhere, Ella is smiling in approval.
It's a shame to have to contemplate poor, sad, deflated Dr. Jeff. He doesn't seem all that happy to have Mary back, does he?
Wanders, you and Mrs. Wanders have raised such bright, talented children. Feel free to bask in their reflected glory, a parent's reward!
Uh oh, is Jeff's "I don't have to worry about you" an indication of...of...of...something? Perhaps:
a. "Mary, I have a terminal disease, and will be dead within 11 days."
b. "Mary, I met the woman of my dreams, and we got married on New Year's Eve."
c. "Mary, I met the man of my dreams, and we got married on New Year's Eve."
The morning after Mary arrives home, she plans a brief excursion to Food Team to replenish her supply of Kelk and salmon. Keys in hand, she scans the Charterstone parking area...
OMG! My car has been stolen! I'll call 911 right away.
Officers Toody and Muldoon respond.
Can you describe the car, Mrs. Worth?
Of course I can. I've been driving it since 1936.
.......
Er, well, then will you describe the car for me?
Of course.
......
Okay, Mrs. Worth, please describe the missing car for me.
It's a 1936 Pepto-Bismol pink Oldsmobuick which I won when I was the top saleswoman in the Greater Santa Royale Terry Fay cosmetics pyramid scheme. My main sales were in the Eleanor Roosevelt Skin Care line, but I also was very active in promoting the Mary Astor wrinkle removal products, and of course, the Bert Lahr hand cream for men was an important part of my sales portfolio.
This car was actually one in a line of cars which I was awarded for improving the lives of ordinary men and women who were insecure- and rightly so- about their appearance. I, of course, have been naturally blessed with a peachy pink fine-pored type of skin, and the suckers, er customers, were always willing to believe that I owed my natural beauty to the use of the Terry Fay products, which incidentally have asses' milk as one of the main ingredients, so they were eager to achieve the same results which was of course impossible because I inherited my fabulous complexion from my dear Mama who was a cook at a lumberjack camp in the far north of Minnesota, which is known as the land of 1,000 lakes, but of course, that's just an exaggeration, there are probably only about 200 or so.
But never mind all that- you're distracting me, Officer Toody, from the most important thing, which is, of course, the location of my misplaced toenail clippers, and the last time I saw them they were in a Tupperware container in my toaster oven, and I would certainly expect Santa Royale's so-called finest to take an interest in a poor old widow's loss- I rather think that someone must have broken into my apartment when I was in New York. I remember thinking, while I was driving to the airport, that I might have forgotten to lock the door...Oh, never mind, can you give me a ride to the airport parking lot?
Sure thing, Mrs. Worth, don't bump your head as you crawl into the back seat, and remember, you have the obligation to remain silent or we will have the right to detain you for wasting police time.
(sputter, sputter)??!!!!
Wanders, you must be bursting with pride! Your son and daughter are very accomplished! Thank you for sharing their gifts with us.
I share the others' concern for Dr. Jeff. He's looking quite seedy, and that hair arcing between wrist and chest is NOT helping.
Hey Meg, it's 10,000 lakes. Actually, if you count ponds, it's more than that. I think I've been to that lumberjack camp.
I think that giant floating head of John Dill is a cinch for a Worthy Award come votin' time.
"Ah, yes. How was it?" So blase to cover up the desperate yearning! "It"??? John Dill is not an "it." The gentleman in the thought balloon, the floating head, is not an "it." "It" obviously means "intercourse," and Jeff isn't worried about Mary because she has a lot of "friends"--read "lovers." Dr. Jeff only has Mary. Ho-hum for him!
So cool! Maggie has a lovely voice. I'm envious because I definitely don't & always wished I did! As for the trick shot video, it's hard to believe it isn't fake. Amazing! What a fun skill.
Poor Dr. Jeff. That's all.
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