Hudson was crashed out on the sofa. The Goddess was at the mall. And finally I was alone. Or as close to it as I'm ever likely to get. I put on a pot of tea, would have been coffee but Hudson doesn't drink it...and now, because she convinced the Goddess that it was an intoxicant, I don't drink it either. Apparently however, according to Hudson and the scientific data she had Wesser "create", the caffeine in DR Pepper is not an intoxicant, something about the cola molecules neutralizing the effect. Well, it sounded more convincing when Wesser said it. I grabbed a book from the shelf ("I'm Okay, You're a Bard"), headed up stairs to my bedroom, changed into my Pjs, and slipped under the covers. Ahhh....serenity.
The bedroom door suddenly flew open. It was Hudson. So I quickly shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep. She wasn't convinced. I don't know, maybe the tea cup in my hand gave me away...or maybe it was the actual drinking. Mental note: don't continue to enjoy your tea when faking sleep. (Hey! I'm a bard not an actress!)
HL: What ya doing? I'm bored.
MM: Do I look like your personal entertainment center?
HL: Well, now that you mention it.
MM: Look, it's been a really long day...and you can just take those Little Hercules eyes right out of here...I am not in the...(sigh)...oh alright. (toss the remote control across the bed)
HL: (big smile) (collects all the pillows, including the one I was using, scatters them at the foot of the bed, and proceeds to make herself comfy, which apparently includes sticking her feet in my face.)
MM: Look (removing her foot) I am really not in the mood. If you have to be here...
At this point Callisto materializes...and she is not a happy camper. She couldn't have gotten a worse hair cut if she had used a sawed off dryad bone. Oh Matt, what have you done?
MM: (....please, don't let me laugh)
HL: (stifling giggles...poorly)
GC: (gesturing to her hair) FIX IT!
MM: Dammit Goddess, I am not a bard not a beautician.
GC: (arching eyebrow) do I look amused?
MM: No. But seriously Goddess, what do you expect me to do?
GC: Fix it.
MM: Fix it? Goddess I can't even cut paper dolls and stay in the lines.
GC: The problem with paper dolls Melissa, is that there is no incentive to stay in the lines. You will have plenty of incentive. Now go get the scissors.
MM: (crawl out of bed)
GC: What the Tartarus are you wearing?!
MM: Pajamas.
GC: I can see that! What I mean is why are their little bears extinguishing fires all over them?
MM: It's Smokey, Goddess.
GC: I know it's smokey Melissa, I am quite familiar with the concept of fire. Now answer my question.
MM: It's Smokey the Bear.
GC: (blank stare) Just go get the scissors we can discuss this later.
MM: (oh good something to look forward to) (the great scissor search beings)
Ten minutes later.....
GC: WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?!
MM: Found them! (run back up stairs)
(SMACK)
GC: Don't run with scissors, it's dangerous.
MM: (rubbing my forehead) I can see that.
GC: Ok, ok, enough chit chat. Fix my hair. You can use Hudson as your guide.
MM: (long pause) Uhm...I can't cut your hair *longer* Goddess.
GC: (blank stare)
MM: (whimper)
Disclaimer: We still maintain that no actual hair was lost during the creation of this or the previous post. And if Melissa were bright enough she would figure out how to write the Goddess's hair back. Course there is always the question of why Callisto doesn't just will her hair to return...but we find it safer not to ask.
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