Fate is an awfully powerful word, Wilbur. It implies the gods have brought you together multiple times in a single day, and that should Estelle eschew frantenizing with you in the pet food aisle, the furies will be summoned to destroy you both. Gosh, I hope you're right.
Stell, "Did you fry your failed chick magnet goldfish yet?"
ReplyDeleteWilbur, shouldn’t you be somewhere interviewing survivors for “I’m Alive!”? BTW, did you ever interview yourself after falling off the cruise ship?
ReplyDeleteRattled by Wilbur’s sudden appearances, Estelle leaves the store without paying and is detained for shoplifting. (Estelle, that small bag of litter isn’t going to last very long.)
KitKat: correct on both points
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ReplyDeleteWill one more serendipitous chance meeting result in Charterstone's first restraining order?
That would be nice, but, of course, it would take forever. A quicker, more satisfying outcome would be for Dr. Harding to punch Wilbur's lights out.
-- Scottie McW.
Estelle’s to-do list:
ReplyDelete1. Buy pet supplies
2. Shun Wilbur
ReplyDeleteEstelle should be nicer to Wilbur. After all, today is World Hippo Day.
-- Scottie
The only reason I can imagine for Estelle's having to get back to Pierre and Libby is a previous incident where they ransacked her apartment, having pillow fights and throwing cat litter around, a la "The Cat in the Hat". Maybe Estelle needs a scolding fish in a bowl to keep Libby and Pierre in line, as in the Dr. Seuss classic. Apparently Wilbur's fish are not the advice-giving sort, not that anyone could keep Wilbur from his notorious antics.
ReplyDeleteHey look! Wilbur's comb-over is all going the same direction! Does Brigman read our comments?
ReplyDeleteOkay. Tomorrow will we find Estelle at her hair salon or checking at the clinic for her mammogram appointment? At least Wilbur could make a convincing argument for the latter.
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I was really hoping for two full weeks of various ways Wilbur could — indeed, should — die. Chance encounters are all well and good, but encounters with death, like blondes, are more fun.
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