A:
(Ang appears wearing a costume of a bathtub surrounding her hips with
plastic bubbles inside it. The tub was a
plastic storage container with plumbing fixtures duct taped to it hanging via
sandwich board technology. A Sherlock
Holmes style hat is perched on her head and she holds a pipe) Elementary, m'dear Zi. (Grins)
Let's see if your Watson's skills are up to par.
Z:
(Scratches his beard, crumbs fall from it. He ate all the biscotti before arriving) I repeat, What the...?
A:
(Wiggles her hips, blows bubbles with the bubble pipe, which stream down her wrist and drips from an
elbow) Com'on, I have considered our
next project could be a mystery and what better way to prep then figuring out
the mystery of my costume and all these bubbles... huh? Huh?
Look at the clues.
Z:
No.
A:
Yes.
Z:
Eating.
A:
Multi-task.
Z:
Fine. (Plops in a chair and
thinks it is time to call the psycho hot line)
My guess is Bring Your Tub to Work Day?
A:
Close...kinda... sorta.... Let me
story you and maybe that will help:
A new lady teacher, Mary Quin, came to teach the eighth
grade at the Main Street School on Main Street and Crossroad. Considering it was the first day, she introduced
herself and asked all the students to do the same, but also to tell everyone
about their hobby. "Let's begin with
all the boys."
A redheaded boy with big brown eyes began, "My
name is John, and my hobby is to see bubble in the bathtub."
The teacher was confused, but said, "Interesting.
Well. Ok. Now, you must be honest about your
hobby. It will tell us something about
you. Next"
Another boy
stood up. "I'm Peter and my hobby
is to see bubble in the bathtub."
Mary Quin was very surprised, and stumbled through her
words. "Good. I like the spirit of
supporting a friend. Ok next."
The third boy shuffled to his feet. "I'm Tommy Smith and my hobby is to see
bubble in the bathtub."
Frowning, Mary looked at each boy in turn. "Guys are you joking or what? Please be sincere. Next."
The boys continued in this way until the very last got
to his feet, and stared at his shoes as he spoke, "I'm Harry and my hobby
is to see bubble in the bathtub."
Exhausted, the teacher said, "This is not
funny. I simply don't think I will be
able to teach such immature boys for long."
Sighing, she turned toward the girls. A plead for normalcy in her eyes. "Anyway, now the girls please."
Gerty Mae popped up confidently. "I'm Julie and my hobby is to see birds."
Mary Quin relaxed.
"Great! Finally, something
different. Next."
"I'm Ruby and I like to collect perfumes."
Smiling, Mary Quin said, "Excellent! That is how an educated young person should sound
like. Next..." She pointed to an extraordinarily beautiful
girl with the most angelic expression.
"You, dear, what is your hobby?"
Standing proudly, she said, "Ma' am, my name is
Bubble, and my hobby is to take a bath three times a day."
Z: (Grins) Good one! Sooo, it is National Peeping Tom Day? That's my second guess.
A: (Does the eye roll and sigh
and foot shuffle of exasperation then places the Sherlock hat on his head) Noooooo.
Think like a detective. Try this
little ditty as a clue:
Wanna hear a dirty joke? A farmer
was dirty from work.
Wanna hear a clean joke? The farmer
took a bath
Wanna hear another clean joke? The
farmer was taking a bath with bubbles
Wanna hear a dirty joke? Bubbles was
a horse
Z: I thought Bubbles
was the angelic young girl. Who trans-morphs
into a horse? Oh, yeah, that makes it
clear as mud. I'll guess, National Bath
with a Horse Day.
A: You dirty
dog!
Z: Woof, woof.
A: This is my final
hint. Why do rednecks eat beans on
Saturday?
Z: (Blows on the pipe
and interrupts) So they can have a bubble bath on Sunday.
A: You knew all
along!
Z: I'm smarter than
the average bear.
A: Maybe we should
write a book about animals instead.
Z: Ang... all this
chatter about bubbles... I need to ask... do you blow bubbles?
A: Of course.
Z: (Snidely grins...
looks down toward his neither region... and quips) Hear that Bubbles!
A: (Asks Zi to carry the bubbly water out on the
deck to be disposed of. When he was not
aware, Ang pours the bucket of bubbly water over his head and leaves) Blow that!
CHASING
YESTERDAY EXCERPT
There was a young man and the
frisky bark of a blue bandana-clad border collie romping, chasing the thrown
disc, braving the break of wave to retrieve it. She strained to see his face.
Was it him? She concluded, no. Morning
tread like a paced walker, taking its time and allowing Elizabeth to dally over
her morning coffee and toast. The
veranda where she ate was placed at the board’s and beach’s edges.
Afterwards, she dressed in a
wispy floral sundress with fluttery sleeves and skimpy sandals, and ran a comb
through her chin-length, wavy locks. Though not one to dwell on her looks,
today she lingered for a moment, just a snapshot length of time to see what he
would see. She wasn’t tall, nor was she petite, just an average height, an
average look some would even say, except for her eyes, they were as pale blue
as the sky on a sun-bleached day, with flecks of ecru, while in contrast her
lashes were mink-colored, long and thick. She had a nice nose, a slight
bow-shape to her lips, which had a perpetual pink hue and barely noticeable
dimple
in her chin. Sun-flushed
cheeks against a porcelain-toned complexion. She had that bone structure often
attributed to vogue models, while her neck had swan length and elegance. That same elegance was found in her slender
form, with its long waist, high breasts, rounded but small buttocks and shapely
legs. Apart each attribute was stunning, together it was simply lovely, no
more, no less, except if someone looked at her through lover’s eyes.
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