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My wife?!? Your wife?!? Pullleeeeeze!
Dear Sonnetmeister:
The deal is, I have not asked my wife, so you are in no way obligated to bring along your ex.
However, as we will be getting a baby soon, we would love for your own precious little "NO!" sayer to commune with our little bundle of joy, since three-year-old children and babies have special bonds (not to mention a special language, the pronunciation of which includes moderate amounts of bubbleing spit) and they can rap with each other while we're discussing Yeats, Beats, G.B. Shaw and other coreligionists in the parlor.*
Bring it on, dude! Boy, will my wife ever be surprised when you and your toddler show up for drinks and snicky-snacks at our door!
I should add, parenthetically, that she hates surprises, but hey, she signed on with me, so hard cheese on her ...
* Not to mention, as indeed I will, "man and God and law." Dontcha just love Dylan's early work (our Dylan, not yours, from whom he took his stage name). For that matter, I think it would be cool as hell if we asked the baby and the toddler to translate Under Milk Wood into "Big Peoplespeak."**
** Just kidding, the Irish Bard writes like an angel, and, from all I've heard, has achieved, in angeldom, his ambition to become the "drunkest man in the world."
posted by
Rarmcwa
on September 24, 2006 at 1:22 PM
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I remember passing similar comments myself!
posted by
nonconformist
on September 24, 2006 at 8:52 AM
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Aw shucks folks.
Irony warning: Listen, you must not read my blogs and say nice things, else how the hell will I ever remember to do my own blogs. Thank God I've restricted myself to 14 lines a day. I might even consider haiku as a form soon. Actually my real first love is probably opinionated ranting, but I'm glad I did poetry instead, because I can stick it in there instead without anyone knowing. Mind you, I'm starting to get the bug for long-winded comments to all the bloggers who have a bit of humour (sorry, humor, Rarmcwa) and controversy, my favourite / favorite blend! God, this is becoming like driving through Belgium or Ireland, and seeing dual language signs everywhere. I'm going to have to revert to the Queen's English rather than American English - although I reserve the right not to as well.
Rarmcwa - thanks, sounds great. Could be una problema, however, bringing the ex-wife along (we are still married really, but separated) if ther's no en suite double bed. in fact, would she even share the bed with me or would I get the floor? We've got a very cute and naughty three year old daughter - she would probably have to accommodated too. Do you have a self-catering log cabin in the woods, by a pond?
Cheers Mike - nice to know you're in on the joke. Mind you, I'm losing the ability to do any non-humorous sonnets. I must try to keep it varied...!
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 23, 2006 at 12:19 PM
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Fun and entertaining read Tony, well wrote friend. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on September 23, 2006 at 11:22 AM
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Dear Tony, Welcome to the Cradle of the Confederacy!
Since your travels have not included the Sunny South, allow me to invite you and your Better Half to Richmond! As we're getting a baby into the mix soon and everything will be upside-down and covered in milky puke and baby shit, we can't offer you a bed, but would be thrilled to meet you two and buy you a drink and some collard greens and fatback. Also, after dinner, we can pop back to the olde homestead and share some kitchen whiskey and fancy conversation! Fun? You betcha!
A word to the wise; when you visit our humble home, please walk directly behind us and put your feet where ours have already trod. My little wife has mined the yard with about two dozen Irony Traps, and last week we caught two priests, a rabbi, three Unitarians and the meter reader. They had to be stuffed into our already overpopulated Dungeon of Irony cheek-by-jowl with the legions of pundits, bloggers, joggers, bird-lovers and a Wiccan High Priestess already subsisting on curds, whey, cheap jug wine and leftover snicky-snacks from our last party with Henry Kissinger and Doc Watson (who, somehow knew how to sidestep the traps with no guidance ... and Doc is blind as a bat ... go figure).
On the other hand, if it's enlightened conversation you're after, the Dungeon of Irony might be a better place to find it than in our living room. You know, as the late, great G.B. Shaw was overheard to remark (reportedly while deep in his cups and writing the final act of Man and Superman), "Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company."
posted by
Rarmcwa
on September 23, 2006 at 6:54 AM
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Well it's one for the money...
Listen, it's not really about the money. I know you don't believe that, but... I'll try not to let this new wealth change my life. I'm gonna keep my feet on the ground! Bed time soon - after a quick browse...
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 22, 2006 at 4:54 PM
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Tony
Oh no, don't quit your day job..those nickles accumulate slowly, very slowly
posted by
MysticGmekeepr
on September 22, 2006 at 3:23 PM
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Or a plain mini van.
posted by
SuccessWarrior
on September 22, 2006 at 1:12 PM
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See what a dilemma 5 cents can create! When it comes right down to it none of us would really want to be stinkingly wealthy. There's a peacefulness that goes with embarrassing cars.
posted by
Troosha
on September 22, 2006 at 12:27 PM
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