Tammy and I arrived home today. As usual the first thing I will do after delivering newspapers is this: I will drink a lot of water. Then I will slowly weave and weasel my way through each room in the house just to track down every house member and decide if what they’re doing is fun or not. If its fun I will attempt to join them, if what they’re doing doesn’t appeal to me I will simply turn my nose up and be disgusted. Then I will resign myself to my own designs. I will probably go to the lavatory.
I enter the house through the back gate, just to see if dad is out woodworking in the back yard. Zounds, he isn’t there. Tammy leaves me to swing on the garden swing in some sort of defiance.
Finding no Father to bother i traipsed slowly through the house in my dirty outside shoes, just because i can. I then deliver them to the show box on the other side of the house, near the front door. Oh look there’s the girl’s room.
Hmm now I'm bored. I hear Tammy's voice crying in dismay, "Lisa got home 5 minutes before us!" she whines. I sigh. Lisa grins. Apparently we were 'racing her', she also delivers newspapers. I've tried for many weeks to come home before her, every time she is back10 or 15 minutes earlier than me, and she is sitting under her computer grinning condescendingly at me. Every time I get mad at her grin, and resolve to do better. We did better today; this is what prompts this post. My victorious mood.
Lisa is doing nothing special. I hear the latest from her though; Mother is sleeping in her room and Cherish is in there too, probably on the computer. Sigh. Boring. I won’t bother going in there. Mum's probably fallen asleep with three pillows piled on top of her head to absorb the noise of Cherish bullet fingers.
Ah where’s Dad, he’s the only one left to check on. He'll be one the computer in my room I tell myself. Dad! I call even before I’ve pushed the door open. Hmm, an empty seat, and that was the last hope I had of bothering a person, or trying to join them in whatever they have found to amuse themselves. No matter, I'll abuse the computer myself. I resolutely determine to bother Lisa from a distance; I sign into messenger and begin chastising her when I discover she has read my blog without commenting. I then accuse her of reading _____'s blog more than mine. I am very mad when she admits to this without even a pause to consult her conscience.
I forget my anger and pursue the question of where Dad is. I've lost Father. Lisa reasons to me that he has gone out. Only then to i remember he had announced he was going to visit Johnny. Agh! Peace of mind. Lisa and I move on to making plans for the afternoon. We decide that we must go to the library and pick up some videos for our viewing pleasure over the weekend. Then Lisa asks if there’s any food money, "Do you mean food money or money for food?" I reply (The latter being my personal money). Ugh. So I check my drawer for the homes food money, the same drawer also protects my personal monies. Hmm. I tip out the purse, a few coins fall onto the desk, wow, $3. I grumble. Then a $20 note falls out. I'm stunned! We have never had this much money three days after shopping day. I am genuinely surprised, so much that I bother typing two 'Woahs' to Lisa.
After we have congratulated each other I offer that Lisa should go tell Mother that we're going to leave her alone in the house, Lisa suggests we tell her we’re going to buy vitamins. I don’t understand that at first, are we really going to buy vitamins I wonder.
I know how this afternoon will turn itself out. The four of us sisters will all walk to several shops in search of entertainment for another weekend. We'll have some new strange experiences that you will find in four different ways reported in each of our blogs.
And that, my friends and enemies, is the strange way that Fridays go nowadays.
I think we dodged the "strange experiences" we usually encounter. Maybe rain is a good thing.
What an interesting look into the daily lives of the Marringtons, I couldn't have missed reading this for the world.
Who's blog is ____'s blog??
Anyways, how fantastical a Friday.
oh Nicky my darling! i am filled with a bout of admiration towards your witty self. well your post ends with your musing over what our outing buying vitamins will turn out to be. since that day is long past i should enlighten the world (or should i say abner). we went to coles, lisas fat man wasnt there and i saw her countenance fall. (--this fat man, apparently, she has a fettish for). it turns out that somehow we got the vitamins mysteriously for free (somehow nicky noticed and we immediately took out the docket to examine). the arent vitamens, but lollies which aparently contains vitamin C, which tammy has taken to eagerly passing out to each of us daily in her little sweaty palm. like this morning at breakfast--i never have an appetite at breakfast--somehow i managed to finish a cup of milktea, and then here comes tammy shoving a little sweaty morsel under my nose "vitamin C, vitamin C! eat, punken fact (or whatever she says)". i think her little cavity filled sweat tooth regrets that one must take only one of those vitamin C lollies a day. only one.
That was rather prophetic wasnt it?
The happy end (for everyone but Dad) is that we spent all the food monie and had enough tasties for the entire weekend's revelry. Praise God. zounds!
If Dad finds out we ate three bags of chips last weekend, I'll eat my hand!
nicky i think its alright to tell them that the meaning of _____'s blog.
can i tell? oh do say yess!
It will be a waste of the cmputer's tme for me to write you and tell you that you may tell. I'll just tell. Teehee.
But i am offened that you all are so desperatly wanting to know. Besides, its only Ryan's blog. Humphry. Lisa has taken to visiting her blog a lot.
Ta ta.
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