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Posted by karen_kay on July 6, 2004, at 19:53:55
you know, the last time i attempted to impress you with my dazzling writing abilities, i spelled your name wrong. this time, i've decided not to do that, so i checked to make sure i've spelled it right (and so i have).
let this story continue (and as always, no thought has been put into this, so if you feel offended upon completing this masterpiece, i am very sorry (or not). my point here is to inspire, captivate, and get you out of nap time and in to play time... and so it begins....
there once was a man from nantucket. no, wait...
there once was a man from montana (that's where you're from, right?), who married the sweetest woman in the world. she'd wake up every morning just to wax his back, clean his house (which he works very hard to provide; no sleeping on the job for him), raise his children (all 7 of them, ranging in age from 2 to 48 and living at home), cook his favorite meals (cookies and milk of course), and milk the cows (no chickens on this farm!).
one day, mrs kid (47) awoke and realized she wasn't fulfilled (not that way of course). she realized she still had an extra 30 minutes of free time to herself where she wasn't cooking dinner, milking cows, unclogging toilets or running after children. she decided to take up a new hobby. but, what hobby could she take on that would not only please herself but also her wonderful husband? 'salsa dancing?' she thought. 'no! he hates dancing.' (guess that rules out pole dancing as well! sorry kid (47)) so, she sat down (for a brief moment) and tried to collect her thoughts. she finally decided for that extra half hour each day, she would devote to learning more about her husband's favorite past time, roller coasters and air planes. so, she studied and studied for weeks and weeks. she learned how to build an airplane from milk cartons, electrical tape, rope and popsicle sticks (i think i've ridden on this plane before too honestly!). she learned how to build a roller coaster from hire coat hangers, duct tape, milk crates, and wd-40. her plan to wow her husband was working. everythign was coming together. the big unveiling was near.
one tuesday, mr kid (47) arrived home from work (a hard day of work, no sleeping of course) to find his wife glowing. he rushed to her side and she announced a surprise for her dear husband. his immediate thought was 'cookies?'. of course not cookies, bigger than cookies, better than cookies.
they walked out through the pasture together, through the garden, past the stream, around the gazebo, and found two very large tarps. she removed the tarps (nearly throwing her back out) and enveiled a rollercoaster and a jet airplane. he laughed in disgust, 'you wench! i'm scared of airplanes and rollercoasters! i want a divorce!'
the end
(hey! who said it had to have a happy ending?)
ps. if you don't like the ending, you can create your own.... please try to think of a better one. i rather like this one, but other ones are an option... contributions are appreciated!!!
Posted by Jai Narayan on July 6, 2004, at 21:03:21
In reply to the life of mr. and mrs. kid (47), posted by karen_kay on July 6, 2004, at 19:53:55
Posted by Jai Narayan on July 7, 2004, at 9:10:42
In reply to I can't wait for kid's reply.......waiting waiting (nm), posted by Jai Narayan on July 6, 2004, at 21:03:21
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