1 + 1 = 1 Pair!
So there I was a day or two ago at work, randomly killing time in an empty store (that, might I add, had been in such a state for roughly an hour by now) by considering all the possible words that rhyme with 'ketchup'. By contrast, I was amassing a longer list of words that rhymed with 'catsup', which is a peculiar thing considering they both end in
up.
Abruptly the phone rings. I pick it up and give my usual greetings of: "Greetings and salutations! Thnk you for calling Helga's House of Pain, how may we hurt you?"
Well, in all honesty I can only dream of doing that. I've vowed to make at least one caller's day more surreal my last day at the store. It'll probably amount to me picking up the phone after the first ring, shouting, "We don't want any!" and then hanging up the phone on the bewildered caller. It is so swift and senseless, that I might actually get away with them thinking they called the wrong number by mistake.
But let's return to the little bit of nowhere at hand (which is probably better than two in the bush, since the shrubbery around here hasn't been trimmed or pruned in weeks, and is looking rather frightening), shall we?
Just to recap for those of you already lost: I was bored at work; the phone rang; I answered it. And who should be calling me but the bestest saucy wench ever, Mel. Here's how the conversation went, more or less:
Me: "Hey, Mel! How's it going?"
Mel: "Oh, fine. I just wanted to call and let you know."
Me: "Let me know about what?"
Mel: "Chris and Ysabet are getting married. They just sent an Email out to the gang telling us."
Me: ^-^ "Good for them! It's about time those crazy kids did that. So when's the wedding? Next year? End of this year?"
Mel: "Oh, about two hours from now."
Me: o.O;; "Um...okay."
This is the way the conversation transpired, right down to the emoticon facial expressions (without the actual emoticons present, of course). It's one thing to hear that friends of yours are getting married. It's another thing to hear that said friends are getting married a few hours following your discovery of it all.
I'm certainly not objecting, of course. Chris and Ysabet have been together longer than Mel & I have, and while Mel has to contend with the likes of me, all Ysa has to contend with is Chris' prototype for an Aibong. I just don't understand why they went and got married in Hawaii without smuggling me along in their luggage.
I mean, I eat light!
And upon reading that from over my shoulder, Mel would like to add, "You eat light if you're an elephant, dear. And stop eating those Sour Cream & Onion chips! They're mine, get your own!"
How I am persecuted because of my healthy appetite.
All tongue-in-cheekyness aside (provided cheekyness is even a word), this little bit of nowhere is dedicated to Christ & Ysa. Mel & I both extend our official congratulations and best wishes to the two of you. May you enjoy and enrich each other's company for all the years to come. And may your love stay strong in riches and poverty, in sickness and health, and during any rampant PMS session. (I know Mel would want me to add that last one in there. ^^v)
A toast to the married couple! And make it peanut butter on that toast too! I'm getting hungry...
Mel: "Again?!"
Pointless Rumination of the Day: given Ysabet's love of the manga series "Fruits Basket", does this mean her Neko-Kyo plushie was the ringbearer for the ceremony?
Someone should really draw a picture of that...
posted by Phillip at 6:14 PM
