Wednesday story time again. Last week we left the happy family all together again. We found out there is no way Mrs. Worthe will be usurped by her husband (big surprise right?). Ben found out he is still in the group even though he suspects Mrs. Worthe of disliking him. The fact he called her Mrs Wolfe and asked her to bite him might give him that impression. So grab those air sickness bags, hold your nose, and let’s go back.
“So Ben this is the day before Christmas. Did you think we would pull this little caper before or after the holiday?”
“I am thinking we would do it on Saturday when all the students are home for the holiday.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t think we should expose innocent people to injury.”
“OMG you have the backbone of an octopus don’t you?”
“I don’t think that’s fair. Not wanting to hurt people doesn’t mean I have no courage.”
“Well get this you little worm. If the student union isn’t packed, you’ll never get anyone to pay you anything. They’ll tell you to go ahead and blow the damn thing up. AmI right dear/”
“Yes m’love.”
“Another worm speaks.”
“Mommy. I think we should call this whole thing off. It has gotten out of control.”
“Alexis. I thought I raised you better. What’s the rule of goal achievement?”
Don’t give up till it’s done.”
“Right. This is a goal to collect four million dollars to get us all out of hock and we are not giving up until it’s accomplished.”
“out of hock. What do you mean/?
“Your dear daddy here has blown through all your inheritance that’s what I mean.”
“Aw, no shit?’
“Yes, shit.”
“Let’s blow the sucker even if we get the four million. Hell, let’s ask ten million.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Alexis what has come over you?”
“Ben you just heard my mother. I need that inheritance given the fact that you don’t have the where with all to earn a living.”
“Now that’s cold. I’m studying to be an engineer. I will make a good living.’
“Oh and I suppose we’ll get a little cracker box in the suburbs, crank out a couple of kids, and live happily ever after.”
“Well yeah.”
“Oh please. I have more in mind for my life.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Oh shut up Mrs. Worthe.”
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Yikes…! I wasn’t expecting a “like mommy, like daughter” event from Alexis.
Happy Christmas John, to you and your characters.
Oh wait! You can add a wicked version of Santa… Mommy leaves with Santa. Alexis and Bob abscond with the presents of the entire world, and Daddy runs off with a cute little elf.
If I just read your mind, then delete this comment.
😈
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I could never weave a tale like this. Well done Teagan.
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You’re inspiring. I get carried away. 😉 😀 Hugs.
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Well that’s a turn. Seeing insanity runs in the family. Though Ben is right that being an engineer would net him a good living.
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One would think.
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Guessing those two don’t. This can’t end well for most of those involved.
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I think I will have to issue ear plugs as well as air sickness bags
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Stress balls too.
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Good idea and a shot of rum.
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Not the good stuff though. I’ll need that for the kid’s break. 😀
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Ha ha ha. Arggg Captain Morgan’s spiced rum fur ya matey.
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Oh god, not that. I’ll take Bacardi. Long ago, my friend and I got a 6 pack of this Captain Morgan spiced rum drink thing. Tasted like liquid caramel with spices and utter sadness. It was disgusting and I haven’t been able to drink spiced rum ever since.
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Bacardi it is.
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Now it’s the holiday season. 🙂
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Oh dear. The plot
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Like a clot.
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It’s always good to have goals.
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YUP. Makes the day better.
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Ooh, ooh, is that a show of strength from Ben? Oh how I hope so.
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Good ole Ben
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Crazy family! A “keg” stand? Ha ha!
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I know right?
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Yule be sorry Alexis.
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That’s the truth.
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Re: the meme…
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One wonders which is worse?
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Oh, alcohol is far, FAR worse.
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I suppose it is. Fun though.
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Oh mosht cshertainly.
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LOL
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Your prose really is the best gift of all, John.
That, and comic books.
And bacon, of course.
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Of course bacon.
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