"And I remember, Ian, how resentful of me you were because I didn't appreciate you the way Jannie did, and how you almost ended our marriage over it. Not that I haven't forigiven you, Ian. Of course I've fogiven you... But I never forget."
Ian has given up on the inedible posole (Mary’s recipe), and has cooked himself up some good old Scottish oat parritch. Well, actually, a packet of Quaker brown-sugar cinnamon instant oatmeal. Traditional parritch takes forever, and he was hungry.
Meanwhile, back at stately Handbasket Manor, Helena, surrounded by her flying monkeys, stares into the stereopticon (or whatever) which is focused in on the Cameron apartment. She is enraged at the gentle understanding of Ian. “I’ll get you, my pretty! Fly you flying monkeys, and bring her to me!”
Not to be unkind Toby, but I mean just look at you. Your mouth is frankly uncommon, you just had a birthday, and we both know your former frisbee glory days are far in the past. Of course he has to have Ulterior Motives. Also, I've heard many of these ambitious young Gen Z go-getters will stop at nothing to raise their letter grade in COMMUNITY college art class. It's almost as cutthroat and competitive as frisbee and intramural Netflix-watching.
Ian: "Besides, I very much enjoyed my physical relationship with Jannie, taking place in secret in Mary's apartment. Have you gone as far with this 'Cal' fellow?"
Great comments, everyone! "Students", Ian?! I remember just one. Can we get a retrospective on the highlights of the numerous students who have attempted to be more than friends with Ian? As I remember, he was somewhat of a dunderhead when it came to recognizing Jannie's attentions...
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
A tiny spoon being held awkwardly - pósole-studded beard coming right up!
ReplyDeleteMaybe Jannie and Cal are in cahoots.
Ian has given up on the inedible posole (Mary’s recipe), and has cooked himself up some good old Scottish oat parritch. Well, actually, a packet of Quaker brown-sugar cinnamon instant oatmeal. Traditional parritch takes forever, and he was hungry.
ReplyDeleteSure, Ian, a kid with some artistic talent at SRCc feels it necessary to flirt with the teacher to get a B.
ReplyDeleteIs it me, or are these two subtly insulting each other?
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Meanwhile, back at stately Handbasket Manor, Helena, surrounded by her flying monkeys, stares into the stereopticon (or whatever) which is focused in on the Cameron apartment. She is enraged at the gentle understanding of Ian. “I’ll get you, my pretty! Fly you flying monkeys, and bring her to me!”
ReplyDeleteNot to be unkind Toby, but I mean just look at you. Your mouth is frankly uncommon, you just had a birthday, and we both know your former frisbee glory days are far in the past. Of course he has to have Ulterior Motives. Also, I've heard many of these ambitious young Gen Z go-getters will stop at nothing to raise their letter grade in COMMUNITY college art class. It's almost as cutthroat and competitive as frisbee and intramural Netflix-watching.
ReplyDeleteIan: "Besides, I very much enjoyed my physical relationship with Jannie, taking place in secret in Mary's apartment. Have you gone as far with this 'Cal' fellow?"
ReplyDeleteGreat comments, everyone! "Students", Ian?! I remember just one. Can we get a retrospective on the highlights of the numerous students who have attempted to be more than friends with Ian? As I remember, he was somewhat of a dunderhead when it came to recognizing Jannie's attentions...
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