STEWEY: Mo-ther, we need to talk about your blog post today.
MO-THER: What about it? (She peers over her stitchy glasses and tries to surreptitiously glance at Jeffrey Dean Morgan on the TeeVee screen).
STEWEY: (Immediately catching on, reaching for the remote, and clicking the off button while Mo-ther sputters in angry disbelief.) I am very disappointed that you would post a picture of me that implies that I do not know how to wipe my nose. As everybody knows, a gentleman always carries a proper handkerchief, and had you pointed out the fact that I had a remnant of my evening snack on my face, I would have happily taken care of it. In private, thank you very much.
MO-THER: For cripes' sake, Stewey. Every time I try to get within two feet of you, you skitter away and act like I'm going to attempt a briss. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to start calling you Skittles. Yeah. That's it. Skittles. And because you're so little, I'm going to call you Little Skittles.
(She chortles madly as she dials the phone.)
MO-THER: Hey, Aunt Chrissy! Guess what! I'm going to start calling Little Lord Fauntleroy here Little Skittles! Isn't that the funniest thing you've ever heard? Aren't I a comedic genius?!
AUNT CHRISSY: Put Stewey on the phone.
MO-THER: You guys aren't going to make me take those pills again are you?
AUNT CHRISSY: (tapping her fingernail impatiently) Stewey. Phone. Now.
STEWEY: Hello, Aunt Chrissy? This is Stewey.
AUNT CHRISSY: Hi, Stewey. I'll be in the driveway in ten minutes.
STEWEY: OK, Aunt Chrissy. I'll be ready. May I bring my overnight valise with me?
AUNT CHRISSY: Whatever blows your smoking jacket up, kid.
Apparently, I'm the only one around here who thinks I'm hilarious. The dog is not speaking to me, and based upon my attempts to contact her today, it would also appear that Aunt Chrissy has changed her phone number. If I drive over to her neighborhood today and see a For Sale sign in her front yard, I'm going to be very sad indeed.
Still plugging along on the Prairie Moon, but not enough progress to warrant a fist fight with the camera. I really am going to try to work on it over the weekend, but if something new should happen to jump into my hands, I wouldn't be too terribly upset about it.
Here's hoping that your weekend is swell! Do something I wouldn't do!