In Which, Er, In Which. . .Oh Dear

Lovely weather we've been having. This is, in fact, actually not true, however, it is metaphorically true. And we shall slip unnoticably through the halls of grammar and simile like a dark unnoticeable slippy thing. And if you contradict us, we will . . .

(Dramatic music.)

Deny you ice-cream!

Ben: (Starts laughing for no discernable reason.)

Max: Well, I'm not going to try to explain that. . .

Kat: Nor am I. Because I understand it, so any further confusion, befuddlement, or puzzlement, is frankly, your own problem.

Ely: What? I don't get it.

Erika: You should have payed attention during the movie. . .

Ely: . . .You mean some people pay attention during movies? Who and where are they? Can I write a play about them?

Kat and Erika: Yes, people do. They are us. And no you may not.

Moving on. I frankly don't have the creative energy to describe Monday. . .(I managed to coax out of my mind six pages worth of a novel last night. Leave me alone.). . .but I can, however, give you the following tidbits of information. My younger sister, Ella, continuously attempted to get at Ben's watch. Isabel was dramatic, which is sort of a given, and Luke had somewhere gotten ahold of a very large inflatable pink hammer. Neil Gaiman recently wrote a movie. You can probably deduce the rest.

It was in the middle of all this chaos that I got a phone call. (Yes, I know. . .Kat and the phone. . .doesn't work well. . .)

Kat: Hello? Hello?!?!?

Luke: (In background.) Booga booga! Things to that effect! Yaha! Boom!

Kat: Hello?

Mac: Hey! Elymas! Wanna come to the mall?

The rest, as they say, is history. I now have a very parasitic feeling lace necklace around my neck, that I found at Hot Topic.

One more thing. Monday night, while dropping Ben off at his house, there was some weather that was more lovely than anything we've had for ages.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.