Do you ever get the feeling that everyone around you got the script, except you? Some days I feel like I'm living in a SitCom. Here's one example:
"I'm off to rehearsal" said my husband.
"What play are you in Dad?" asked our youngest.
"King Lear. I'm the Duke of Burgundy and a few other smaller character's."
"Have fun!" we say and out the door he goes. My youngest returns to the computer and Movie Star Planet.
I pick up the t.v. remote and find one of my favorite channels, Turner Classic Movies. I see a movie beginning starring Rosalind Russel and Hayley Mills made in 1966. It's a comedy and that's just what I'm in the mood for.
*Knock at the front door. My oldest daughter's friend walks in wearing head-to-toe penguin footie pajamas.*
"Hey Katie", she says. "Ready to go to the store?"
"Um, you're not wearing that, are you?" asks Katie. "No." (I think she actually was.) "I'll go change first." Katie goes into her bedroom to get some money for the store. Her friend stands by me, in her penguin footie pajamas, and asks what I'm watching. I answer, 'It's a movie called 'The Trouble With Angels'.
She asks "Isn't that the girl from The Parent Trap?" Yes, I answer. "Hey, is this the one where she becomes a Nun in the end?"
*beat* *beat* *beat*
'I wouldn't know. I haven't seen this movie. Thanks for that!'
*Cue audience laughter*
"Or, I don't know. Maybe not! I may be thinking of a different movie." she stumbles.
Katie comes out of her room and says, "I'm ready. Let's go." And out the door they go.
Yeah. You do that.
*whaa* *whaa* *whaa*
What would life be like without zany neighbors? :->