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Moving day is even closer now, but the piles of boxes are spreading. I really wish I was done already, and probably should keep moving BUT the mess is starting to intimidate me again. Time for a break?
Jeannie was extremely unhappy with how she was unrepresented in the first chapter anddemanded kindly requested I show people how useful she was. Direct quote from her:
“GET TO WRITING. THIS IS MY LIFE, YOU KNOW. I NEED TO BE HELPFUL. MAKE ME HELPFUL, DAMMIT.”
She gave me three days, and an offer to turn a writing high five into a writing hug, so I hope she’s happy with my latest effort.
Patelyne picked up the sharpie and labeled the box “Heavy As Fuck” in bold black letters.
Jeannie scoffed “IDIOT! Who do you think is going to carry that one for you now?”
Patelyne gave her best attempt at lifting an eyebrow and laughed. “Hank, of course. He lives to be my own personal hero. I might as well have labeled it just for him with bright blinking neon lights. PLUS that’ll make sure I don’t accidentally try and lift it myself.”
“Ah…Smart!” Jeannie tipped the crowbar towards Patelyne’s head, causing her to flinch away. She’d yet to be hit, but there’s a first time for everything and she’d like to put that one off as long as possible.
Jeannie watched on as books were being packed away. For someone eager to help she had taken on more of a ‘supervisory’ role in the moving process. In fact, Patelyne had seen her bossing the boys around a lot but couldn’t recall seeing her pack or lift a single box on her own.
All the sudden Jeannie’s shout broke the silence. “HEY!” She swung at a shelf. “YOU HAD A WEDDING PLANNING BOOK THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!”
Patelyne knew she should have thrown that book away. She wasn’t sure where it came from or why she had held onto it, but she knew she couldn’t let Shadow get stuck with anything from it. It was full of terrible ides, like Halloween theme weddings with custom made masks for the bridal party. She couldn’t even imagine what Jeannie would make of that. She must have been taking too much time thinking of a response, because the crowbar was being swung back and forth in front of her face. It seemed to be moving faster and gaining speed.
“I NEED A BOOK LIKE THAT! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS THE MAKE ALL THESE DECISIONS ON MY OWN! WHY IS EVERYONE AGAINST ME? KEEPING THIS FROM ME IS NOT HELPING – WHY DID YOU DO THAT PATELYNE!?”
Fearing that her head would lose the shape that Hank was so fond of (namely together and not a crowbarred messy lump), Patelyne said the first thing that jumped into her head. “The title! Because of the title!”
Jeannie wrinkled her nose. “Perfect wedding? You don’t want them to have a perfect wedding? WHY?!”
“No! The first part – ‘Complete Idiot’s Guide’. I couldn’t give that to you, you are obviously notan idiot.”
Jeannie couldn’t have calmed down any more quickly if she had taken a tranq dart to the neck. “Oh. Well that’s…nice of you. Thank you.”
Patelyne struggled to hold in the huge sigh of relief and smiled.
“Don’t think I’m going to give you a hug though, there are loads you should still be doing to help.” Jeannie looked around at the mess of the room. “But after the move. Don’t think I’ll forget you owe me!”
Crisis averted, Patelyne quickly shoved the book into the nearest box. Out of sight, out of mind. She didn’t even mind missing out on another hug, she was sure Shadow would gladly give her one once she saw the sort of ideas she had just been saved from.
Jeannie was extremely unhappy with how she was unrepresented in the first chapter and
“GET TO WRITING. THIS IS MY LIFE, YOU KNOW. I NEED TO BE HELPFUL. MAKE ME HELPFUL, DAMMIT.”
She gave me three days, and an offer to turn a writing high five into a writing hug, so I hope she’s happy with my latest effort.
Patelyne picked up the sharpie and labeled the box “Heavy As Fuck” in bold black letters.
Jeannie scoffed “IDIOT! Who do you think is going to carry that one for you now?”
Patelyne gave her best attempt at lifting an eyebrow and laughed. “Hank, of course. He lives to be my own personal hero. I might as well have labeled it just for him with bright blinking neon lights. PLUS that’ll make sure I don’t accidentally try and lift it myself.”
“Ah…Smart!” Jeannie tipped the crowbar towards Patelyne’s head, causing her to flinch away. She’d yet to be hit, but there’s a first time for everything and she’d like to put that one off as long as possible.
Jeannie watched on as books were being packed away. For someone eager to help she had taken on more of a ‘supervisory’ role in the moving process. In fact, Patelyne had seen her bossing the boys around a lot but couldn’t recall seeing her pack or lift a single box on her own.
All the sudden Jeannie’s shout broke the silence. “HEY!” She swung at a shelf. “YOU HAD A WEDDING PLANNING BOOK THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!”
Patelyne knew she should have thrown that book away. She wasn’t sure where it came from or why she had held onto it, but she knew she couldn’t let Shadow get stuck with anything from it. It was full of terrible ides, like Halloween theme weddings with custom made masks for the bridal party. She couldn’t even imagine what Jeannie would make of that. She must have been taking too much time thinking of a response, because the crowbar was being swung back and forth in front of her face. It seemed to be moving faster and gaining speed.
“I NEED A BOOK LIKE THAT! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS THE MAKE ALL THESE DECISIONS ON MY OWN! WHY IS EVERYONE AGAINST ME? KEEPING THIS FROM ME IS NOT HELPING – WHY DID YOU DO THAT PATELYNE!?”
Fearing that her head would lose the shape that Hank was so fond of (namely together and not a crowbarred messy lump), Patelyne said the first thing that jumped into her head. “The title! Because of the title!”
Jeannie wrinkled her nose. “Perfect wedding? You don’t want them to have a perfect wedding? WHY?!”
“No! The first part – ‘Complete Idiot’s Guide’. I couldn’t give that to you, you are obviously notan idiot.”
Jeannie couldn’t have calmed down any more quickly if she had taken a tranq dart to the neck. “Oh. Well that’s…nice of you. Thank you.”
Patelyne struggled to hold in the huge sigh of relief and smiled.
“Don’t think I’m going to give you a hug though, there are loads you should still be doing to help.” Jeannie looked around at the mess of the room. “But after the move. Don’t think I’ll forget you owe me!”
Crisis averted, Patelyne quickly shoved the book into the nearest box. Out of sight, out of mind. She didn’t even mind missing out on another hug, she was sure Shadow would gladly give her one once she saw the sort of ideas she had just been saved from.
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