No sooner had I entered the kitchen and rinsed out a cup than I noticed I was not as psychic as I believe myself to be.
My life is not exactly a romance novel. But I COULD think I was Kathleen Turner. She went to my college, you know. Okay, so she only went there two years, and I didn't get there until after she'd already graduated with her degree from some other college. But still, Kathleen Turner went to my college. Sure, it's not like I went to 8th grade with Colin Firth. But I also did my student teaching at the high school where Brad Pitt attended. During the years he was there! He might even have been in my class. But the only celebrity I remember was a kid who was in the Baldknobbers show in Branson, and always getting excused.
Anyhoo...getting back to me being Kathleen Turner as Joan Wilder...I might not take a ride in Pepe the Little Mule, looking for El Tenedor del Diablo. But I could take a ride in Gator the Gator, riding with El Diablo himself.
I do not expect to become a best-selling author of romance novels, take a wild ride down a muddy embankment in Colombia while there to rescue my sister, sniff a bale of burning weed in a crashed plane while swigging from a bottle of tequila, or see a sailboat cruising up the street in front of the homestead.
But for a moment this morning, I was Kathleen Turner as Joan Wilder.
Does that make Hick Michael Douglas?
ReplyDeleteSadly, no. Unless we're talking about "War of the Roses" and not "Romancing the Stone."
DeleteIf they do a remake of Romancing the Stone you can do the Turner role and I'll fill in for Danny DeVito.
ReplyDeleteYes! That would be great. But don't lose your langostino. I don't want you fooling around under the table.
DeleteIn am unfamiliar with that movie, as regards the unchanged paper rolls, only today I had to explain to Mrs. C that she is the restocker the sugar, fake coffee creamer and paper rolls and other items are all restocked by Mrs. C. I think she would think I was infringing on her territory if I replaced or refilled anything...worlds would collide.
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should look into a viewing. Perhaps Mrs. C's stone needs a little romancing, after all that restocking.
DeleteIf Hick comes driving up your road/driveway with a sailboat in tow, then you know...
ReplyDeleteWhen Hick shakes his leg and a JEWEL falls out of his pants, THEN I will know!
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We loved that movie!
ReplyDeleteYeah. One of the first movies I remember playing over and over on our "new" satellite dish channels...
DeleteOh dear. I've been known to clobber my guy with an empty paper towel roll, but it was ineffective all the way around.
ReplyDeleteSo, too, the TP-ing of Hick. But it felt SO good!
DeleteI am the only one capable of reloading paper product here as well. But I don't put fuel in my vehicle or air in the tires, so I guess I can't complain.
ReplyDeleteI put in the fuel, and The Pony puts in the air. Unless I need the air at home. Then Hick drives T-Hoe to the BARn to use his air compressor. Wait! No he doesn't. He traded that big one for something. He brings a little compressor tank to the garage. Still...he gets to play with a gadget. That doesn't count as a chore, really.
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