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…and secretly, I like drag. For some reason, men dressing as women – especially when they don’t really look the part – tickles my funny bone!
From “Some Like It Hot” to Harvey Korman on the “Carol Burnett Show” to Monty Python to “Kids in the Hall”! So I had to do a little bit of that – but just a little.
Enter Smith & Jones in Chapter 21 A Place For Everything.
Really, that is all I have to say about THAT. Chapter 21 is a short chapter, and therefore, this is a short post!
Have a SHORT THURSDAY!
Chapter 19 Cheerleader Tower uses a lot of imagery for me.
(Hazel) almost opened her mouth to suggest that maybe they should wait until her mother arrived. Maybe she would know exactly where the Beacon was, but she quickly dismissed the idea. What would they do instead, twiddle their thumbs?
Two thumbs up if you guessed “The Killer Rabbit” scene in Monty Python & the Search for the Holy Grail, where the heroes are warned of a killer beast with bloody fangs that guards a cave. When they ride up (using coconuts for horses), they see the creature, and it is…a sweet, furry, white rabbit.
“What’s ‘e do? Nibble your bum?”
Okay, it’s probably a stretch, but it IS what I was thinking of, and what I think of every time I read that line.
The morning sun was streaming in through the windows, highlighting the tiny particles of dust in the air so that they almost looked like falling glitter, as if they were inside a very large snow globe. At the thought of the attic being turned upside down shaken, Hazel smiled to herself and looked doubtfully up at the ceiling. She could see long slits of daylight here and there. The furniture and lamps would probably crash right through the rafters!
Now, that one’s a little more obvious, is it not?
“Here! Take this with you, Bets!” Dot was holding up a toy umbrella.
“In case she falls? I doubt she’d even have time to open it up!” said Hazel.
“No, silly! To help her reach!” Dot answered.
Hazel giggled, imagining herself waving to a rosy cheeked Betty as she languidly floated down, umbrella held aloft.
That one’s the clearest of all. Happy Thursday!
The following is an accounting of my first encounter with a (live) bat in my house. Ah, how I long for the days when I could convince myself that the chippering sound I was hearing was an insect!
It FINALLY HAPPENED. My greatest fear finally came to fruition!!!
The other night, my cat Riley was messing with what I hoped – Hoped – was perhaps a cicada or other noisy insect in My Closet, less than five feet away from Where I Sleep. I hid under the covers and resisted the urge to turn on my bedside light, less I attract said insect even closer. Riley moved the fight to throughout the house (I could hear it), things finally got quiet, and I went back to sleep.
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