Chocolate Emergency

Margie: Edna, you'd better sit down. Here's some Special Tea. Take a few slugs because I have some very bad news to report. Do you need a nerve pill? I don't want you to stroke out.

Edna: You're scaring me, Margie! What is it? You can give it to me straight, I don't need any crutches. Just tell me.

Margie: Edna, Hershey is raising their prices 11% and Mars is also raising theirs. I know you're a chocolate addict.

Edna: Oh my lands, that's horrible news! What is wrong with those companies, are they trying to get people to buy less chocolate? Well, I'm sitting down and writing a letter, I won't stand for this. Those companies ought to be ashamed of themselves.

You're a chocolate addict too Margie, surely you're not taking this news in stride?

Margie: What you see, Edna, is the calm before I blow my stack. It's a conspiracy! Gas prices start falling yet chocolate prices have to rise? They're lying liars and they'll be sorry.

All chocolate addicts can band together and we'll make them rue this day forever.

Edna: You're absolutely right, sister. Those companies did not count on chocoholics getting organized in protest. The power of the people is mighty indeed.

Hand me that bag of Hershey Kisses, I need some fortification to start writing protest letters. Do you think we should have organized marches?

Margie: You start writing and I'll get on the phone to get the marches organized. The power of a woman denied her chocolate is not a pretty sight!

Exclusive Interview: Lauren Cohan

Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester
and Lauren Cohan as Bela Talbot.
Photo courtesy of the CW.

We interrupt Margie and Edna's regularly scheduled foolishness to bring you the following special presentation.

Jane and Beth, as well as Margie and Edna, are huge fans of Supernatural on the CW. Therefore, we are honored to present this exclusive interview with Lauren Cohan (Bela Talbot) who was fantastic in Supernatural's third season.

Whether you loved Bela or hated her, Lauren is a beautiful, talented actress who played the role of Bela to perfection. We thank Lauren for taking the time to answer our questions and we wish her much continued success.


1. When did you realize you wanted to be an actress? Are there any other actors in your family?

This is a funny one to answer because I don’t recall ever deciding to pursue a career in acting. I did theatre originally because I liked creating; going to school for it then moving to London felt like a natural progression. I’ve had times where I stop and think about this whole crazy playground, but as long as it continues to be fun and fulfilling, I’ll continue to not question it.

2. From the moment Bela made her first appearance on Supernatural there was a definite chemistry between her and Dean. Was this as apparent to you and Jensen Ackles as it was to many viewers?

There was a funny recognition on set when Jensen and I had the shoot out at Bela’s apartment where he, myself and the crew laughed at the tension of the scene and the fun chemistry between Dean and Bela. It was a great start to those two characters’ relationship.

3.Were you surprised by some of the negative reactions fans had to Bela? Do you think some of that was caused by their perception that you might be a love interest for Dean?

I can’t say I was surprised. Learning what I had about the fandom of the show and the fact that there weren’t many female regulars before Katie (Cassidy) and I, it made sense that fans would be protective of Sam and Dean. It's like anything, throw something new in the mix and people get to debate and ascertain their viewpoints.

4. Have you heard about the Bela Talbot movement started by some of your fans to get Bela brought back to Supernatural? Would you return if asked?

I hadn’t until now, that’s very flattering! Of course I’d return if the opportunity arose, I had a great time being Bela.

5. You are an extraordinary actress and your portrayal of Bela is fascinating. Was Bela difficult to play? What did you most enjoy about the role?

Thank you so much. I’d say the most enticing part of Bela was being mischievous; it was also the most challenging. It's hard to be mean… it's fun to be bad.

6. I saw a lot of possibilities for Bela had she remained on the show. Did you ever think about the directions she could have taken? What would you have liked to have seen her do?

See a big bag of money and not take it.

7. How far ahead of time were you aware of Bela's backstory; that is, when did you find out about the demon deal, and what she'd endured as a child? Did it change how you felt about Bela?

I thought her backstory made for a chilling and believable layer to Bela’s character. Despite reading the script, the finished episode still seemed so new and revealing. I really enjoyed it.

8. What would be your dream role?

There are so many parts I am excited to play as my career progresses. The kooky social outsider, the non-conformist, the best friend, Juliet, Cordelia and, definitely one day, the action heroine.

9. What do you like to do in your spare time?

See my family, that is the most important. Otherwise, anything that involves bicycles, peaceful venues or the big wide open.

Do you have anything you would like to add?

I’d like to thank everyone for taking such an interest, in me and in the show. It’s been great to witness and be involved in these passionate debates over the last year. And for those of you that I’ve received mail from or met at a convention, thank you for all your kind words and encouragement!

You can see me in the first episode of the CW’s Valentine which should air in September.


*** Lauren also appears in the upcoming film "Float."***

National Dog Day

National Dog Day has two goals: to honor dogs, and to rescue dogs from homelessness and abuse.


Margie: Edna, we should make a donation to our shelter today. I wouldn't like being homeless and abused. How would you feel if we'd been abused and nobody wanted to adopt us? Poor dogs can't take care of themselves like people can. It's a crying shame how people can't see that poor animals need to be loved too.

Edna: Margie, I know we can't afford to give much, but I would willingly give up your special tea budget to help these poor animals. Dogs are such special creatures, and they deserve our love, and all the help we can give.

Margie: Edna, you can give up your tea budget if you like but I need that tea for my nerves. I'll donate a little out of my discretionary fund. I've been very careful with that money as you well know.

Dogs are special, Edna, and they love people unconditionally.

Hurricane Katrina, three years later

Edna: Margie, I know all this talk about Tropical Storm Fay has preoccupied everyone, but did you know that this week is the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina?

Margie: My word, Edna. Those were scary days. Remember how we watched all those poor people on TV? Some were stranded on the roofs of their houses. Some died in their homes. It broke my heart. I sure hope they're still recovering although I don't hear a lot of news about it these days.

Edna: Well, looky here at this article I saw today in the Jericho Tribune. It's all about Habitat for Humanity, and how hard they work every day to build new houses on the Gulf Coast for people who were displaced during Katrina.

That was such a massive tragedy, but it's taking so long to rebuild that it stands to reason that it's not at the forefront of people's minds any more. It's surely a good thing that those Habitat for Humanity folks don't feel that way.

Margie: That's the truth, Edna. I believe they've built over 1300 homes. Now that's an organization that could still use donations and volunteers.

If I was a young girl again I'd sure go give them some of my time. Wouldn't you, Edna?

Edna: Oh yes, Margie. And since neither one of us are as young as we used to be, it's wonderful that we have this blog so we can spread the word about wonderful programs like this.

To our wonderful and compassionate readers: at Habitat for Humanity's site for their Gulf recovery effort, there are links to click in order to donate your time and donate your money. Please consider doing one or both of these things very soon, they need all the help they can get.

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"'The New Orleans 100' is a worldwide initiative that will highlight and encourage discussion among millions about 100 of the most innovative and world-changing ideas to take root in the city since Katrina.

To combat top down media during the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, we will leverage bottom up tools on the social web (email, blogs, twitter, facebook, digg, etc.), which can reach a combined audience of millions to raise awareness about New Orleans and inspire action to make a difference.

The list will be released on Monday, August 25th - the week of the Hurricane Katrina anniversary. Our goal is to reach 1,000,000 pageviews by 8/29/08. We encourage everyone to spread the word by emailing the list, blogging it, digging it, stumbling it, and yelling it out their windows.

You can make a difference. All it takes is a click!"

Our 6 unspectacular quirks

We're flattered to have been tagged recently by two separate bloggers for the six unspectacular quirks meme that's making the rounds of the blogosphere. Both Chilly at On The Bricks and Mr. The Hawg at The Natural State Hawg have tagged us, and we are flattered that they wish to know more about us.

Since Margie and Edna posted their quirks back in June when Chilly tagged us originally, this blog's authors will simply share a few of our own quirks with our readers. Since we co-write the blog, we're splitting up the six quirks between us. We don't think you all could handle the full impact of twelve of our combined quirks all at once.

Jane's quirks:

1. I love to read and always have a stash of books nearby. I get antsy when I don't have anything around that I haven't read. I read anything except romances and westerns. My favorites are thrillers and mysteries. My favorite author is Steve Berry.

2. I will be an Alabama Crimson Tide fan until the day I die. It's been this way for more years than I care to mention. Roll Tide.

3. If I buy a fast food burger with fries then I eat the fries first. If I make a burger and fries at home then I can eat both at the same time.

Beth's quirks:

1. I hate it when my food touches on my plate. I don't mean food that could be a reasonable and palatable combo, like meat and vegetables. I mean gravy leaking onto your salad, or salad dressing leaking into your green beans. If I had my way, all food would be served either in separate bowls or on a divided plate.

2. I can't stand it when perfect strangers call me "honey" or "sweetheart", especially men. It so often comes off as condescending rather than a term of endearment. It's one thing when it comes from my great-uncle; it's another thing entirely when the guy trying to sell you a muffler does it.

3. I'm not sure if this is a quirk so much as an oddity: the second toes on both of my feet are longer than the big toes. I've been told that this is a sign of a dominant personality (not true) and/or a sign of Celtic or royal ancestry (possibly true). All I know is that it makes me look like I have monkey toes.

Rather than tag 6 more bloggers, we'd simply like to thank everyone who comes and reads our posts and leaves comments for the ladies. Thank you so much!

Senior Citizen's Day

Margie: Today is National Senior Citizen's Day. Listen to what I read in the newspaper:

"On this day, we are encouraged to recognize and show appreciation for the value and contribution of elderly people to home, family and society."

Lawsy me, I hope we have visitors today and they appreciate us with some good home cooking. I like chocolate and cookies, and a cake would be nice too. What do you think, Edna?

Edna: I think you're living in a fool's paradise if you think anyone's going to come and shower you with treats today. It's been a long time since anyone appreciated us around here, with the exception of poor Cousin T. I will say this, though: sometimes being a senior citizen does have its perks. Like the senior citizen discounts we get down at Bailey's Tavern.

Margie: I do love those discounts, Edna. You know what else I like? We can be as eccentric as we like and people chalk it up to our age. They don't know we've always been like this.

Edna: We? Speak for yourself, sister, I'm not the least bit eccentric and never have been. I do think that people are more polite to older folks, at least in my experience. Young men are constantly giving me their seat on the bus, and I reward them with a pleasant smile and a wink.

Margie: Get a life, Edna. You've never had a pleasant smile, you coined the term eccentric, and the young men probably thought your wink was a tic.

I must say, though, that I love how polite the young gentlemen are when they see me. They're always asking me for advice about romance.

Edna: Margie, they only ask you for advice because they want to know what not to do.

You and I both know that we could snipe at each other until the cows come home. How about if we just say that it's nice that senior citizens have their own day, and leave it at that?

Margie: It is nice, Edna, and may I add that I hope everyone will be kind to all senior citizens today?

Edna and the Pheasant Hat

Edna always believed herself to be the fashion queen of Jericho. She was always up to date on what was hot in NY & had to be the first in Jericho to have it.

One day Edna saw an ad in the NY Times:





Edna placed her order, the kit arrived, and Edna made her hat. Daddy laughed so hard when he saw it that Edna got as mad as an old wet hen. Daddy said he hoped there were no pheasant hunters in town.

Edna made me go for a walk with her so she could show off the hat. We happened by Richmond Farm & saw Stanley's great-grandpa sitting on the porch. He was near blind as a bat.

As we passed by, he let out a yelp and grabbed his shotgun. He shot those pheasant feathers clean into smithereens. I had never seen Edna as mad as she was that day.

I suppose you think Edna lit into old man Richmond & called him everything but his name. No. Edna lifted her head and high-stepped it home without saying a word.

When we got home, though, and Edna told Daddy what had happened, Daddy got up, put on his hat, and left the house without a word. We never did hear exactly what happened but I do know there was talk in Bailey's that old man Richmond never picked up another gun as long as he lived.

Daddy looked after us girls.

Margie and Edna: growing up in Kansas

Margie: Edna, remember this corn field? We'd want fresh corn and we'd get our beaus to go borrow some.

Edna: Margie, there's nothing like the taste of locally grown corn, and they didn't use all those pesticides back then, either.

Margie: That's the truth. Remember how we'd bring the corn home and help Mama shuck it? She'd cut it off the cob and fry it up in that old iron skillet of grandma's.

Edna: My favorite was when we'd have those big corn boils after church and invite the neighbors over. Then Daddy would get out his fiddle after dinner and we'd all dance on the porch. I wish folks still did that.

Margie: Sister, you do make me laugh sometimes. Everybody loved it when Daddy got out the fiddle. What good fun we did have.

There was so little crime then, Edna, because we made things to do. We didn't go looking to find mischief. Remember how you loved to dance barefoot and Daddy thought you would shame the family?

Edna: Margie, Daddy never thought that and you know it! You're the one who practically accused me of dancing barefoot down Main Street, when you know good and well that I only did that on the porch. My lands, how you can taint such a wonderful memory is beyond me.

Margie: What's beyond me, Edna, is how you try to make people believe you were a saint when you know I know better.

Daddy said I'd have been a nun if we'd been Catholic but we weren't so there went my career.

Edna: I do believe you misunderstood Daddy; what he did was threaten to send you to a convent, usually at least once a week. Trust you to miss a detail like that.

Margie: That's it, Edna. I'm not talking to you anymore today.

Edna: Well, glory hallelujah folks, if I'd known it was this easy to get her to stop talking to me, I'd have said that years ago! Let's just enjoy the silence for a while, shall we?

*photo courtesy of Sharon, CT Daily Photo

Edna buys an energy drink

Edna: Margie, I’m sitting down and writing a letter to this here beverage company. They sold me an energy drink disguised as a soda! I haven’t slept in three days, and I only drank one can!

Margie: Edna, I have told you time and again to get glasses. It's nothing to be ashamed of these days.

You may not have slept in three days, Edna, because that stuff is for young folk. Imagine Cousin T drinking a can!

Edna: Oh my stars and garters, I can see it now! The poor boy would have torn down the house and built us a whole new one in three days time.

I only bought this stuff because it was on sale, I thought it was the original drink with new packaging. They should make it clearer on the label that it's an energy drink. Doesn't taste all that wonderful, either.

Oh Margie, I'm too old for this nonsense.

Margie: That's the truth! He might do it in 2 days.

You're always looking for a sale, Edna, but this didn't turn out to be a good thing.

Why don't you take the other cans to the pastor and let him get fired up for the Sunday sermon?

Edna: Good idea, Margie! Should be one humdinger of a sermon, if he drinks that stuff.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm coming down off my energy drink high. I've got three days of sleep to catch up on, so maybe you can go down the basement and give me a little peace and quiet?

Margie: Surely I will. Could I try one of those drinks, Edna?

Edna: No ma’am! For your own good, I’m getting this evil brew out of the house right this instant. Plus, all I need is for you to drink one of these then go on a 3-day vacuuming bender. No thank you.

To our faithful readers

Recently, we had some nice comments posted on our "Margie and Edna remember VJ Day" blog entry. While we're very glad you enjoyed the sisters' "memories" of that day, we felt like we needed to correct some misconceptions. Margie and Edna are not real people, and what we wrote are not real memories. By and large, the posts on this blog are works of fiction, and are meant to be enjoyed primarily for their entertainment value. Neither of the authors of this blog are octogenarians--not even close! Nor are we real-life sisters. Now, this is not to say that there might not be a kernel of truth in some of these posts; we often take from our real-life experiences, or from those of our parents and/or grandparents.

We are delighted and flattered that these caricatures ring so true for some of you. We've been told that the ladies' interactions often remind people of their own relatives, and we're happy that they strike a chord among our readers. We enjoy so much presenting these ladies to you, our regular readers, and we hope that you continue to visit here to see what the ladies are up to. We promise you, they have many more adventures to tell you about!

Sincerely,

Jane and Beth, aka "Margie" and "Edna"

Tears for The King: August 16, 1977

Margie: Edna, you know how much I loved Elvis. August 16 will be the 31st anniversary of his death. I remember what I was doing that day in 1977 like it was yesterday.

You remember Mr. Hershey was trying to court me so we had gone for a drive that day. He had stopped to buy gasoline and to get us an RC Cola and Moon Pie. Honey, he came out of that store looking like he'd seen a ghost. He said he'd heard on the radio that Elvis was dead.

I called him an old lying fool and told him to take me home! I still don't believe it.

Edna: That was surely a sad day, wasn’t it? You know, I remember back in the early 70s, listening to a local AM radio station at night while I was cleaning up the kitchen and setting things to rights after a long day. The station signed off at each broadcast day by playing Elvis’ “American Trilogy.” Every single night, I would stand there and listen to him sing, and it never failed to bring tears to my eyes. I still can’t listen to it without getting goosebumps.

Oh, and his funeral, it was like the whole world was mourning.

Margie: Edna, I think we should go to that YouTube place and watch Trilogy right now. What do you say?

Edna: I think that's a fine idea, sister.






August 18, 1977

Margie and Edna remember VJ Day

Edna: Margie, why are you going through that box of old pictures? If you're looking for something specific, maybe I can help.

Margie: Edna, I'm looking for that picture we made on VJ Day. Remember it was a picture of you, me, and our girlfriends? We were all waiting on our soldier boys. I am so photogenic you know.

Edna: Well, here it is, right in front of your nose. Photogenic you might be, but observant you are not. Why are you looking for that picture?

Margie: Edna! Have you gotten so feeble-minded that you can't recall the anniversary of VJ Day? Lawsy me, can you even recall who your beau was?

Edna: Margie, I am an old woman, some days I'm just glad to be able to remember my name. I suppose you remember your beau; but then, you would. There weren't that many of them.

I do remember V/J Day, though. Everyone was so excited, weren't they?

Margie: They sure were, Edna. It was a tough day for me because I had 5 beaus and had to do some high-stepping so I didn't get caught.

I'm glad you remember your name, Edna. I mainly just remember the kisses.

Photo courtesy Life Magazine, taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt

"At 6:10 p.m. EDT on August 14, 1945, The United States received word of Emperor Hirohito's surrender and declared Victory in Japan or V-J Day. As the news spread, celebrations began around the world."

Margie and Edna admire Jensen Ackles

Margie: Edna, this man is the stuff dreams are made of for sure. If I were a few years younger there's no telling what I'd do to him. Well, I know what I'd do but I sure won't be telling you.

Edna: Margie, you hush your mouth, I don't want to hear that kind of talk! Need I remind you that this is a family blog?

I do agree that he is surely a nice-looking young man. I like watching him on that television show, but I wish he'd smile more. That's why I like these pictures we're sharing with our readers today.

Margie: I like watching him on Supernatural too. I would watch that show if all they showed was him smiling and talking with his sweet voice.

Edna: Margie? Oh dear folks, it looks like my sister has gone off into some kind of trance. It may take her a while to come out of it, so maybe we'd better just show you the pictures now.

We found this one during a Google search; it appears to be from ComicCon 2007
and is the property of The Healthy Mom blog.
We commend her for her good taste in celebrities.

We have no idea who created this lovely graphic, we found it during a
Photobucket search. We like it a lot, whoever made it.

This one says it's the property of jensenacklesfans.com;
who are we to argue?

A special birthday: Jim Beaver

When the two of us find an actor that we admire, we aren't usually shy about our affections, as our regular readers know. We are very lucky to have a public venue where we can express our admiration of these people who so entertain us and intrigue us. One such individual is Jim Beaver, who is celebrating a birthday today.

We know Mr. Beaver best from his role as Bobby Singer from the TV series, Supernatural. But when we went digging around to find more information about him, we were quite impressed with what we found. Not only is he an entertaining and talented actor, but he is also a well-read individual. He is a film historian, with a particular interest in the life and death of the actor George Reeves. He is also a published author, having written a biography of the actor John Garfield.

His acting career has spanned several decades, and he's clearly a hard-working actor. Some of his most recent and high-profile work has been on the shows Deadwood, Big Love, and John from Cincinnati. But as we've already mentioned, we know and love him best as Bobby Singer, the gruff demon hunter who serves as an adviser and surrogate father to the Winchester brothers in the CW's Supernatural. Bobby is one of our favorite recurring characters on the show, and we hope to see much more of him in the upcoming new season.

So folks, please join us in raising a glass of special tea to salute Mr. Jim Beaver on his birthday. Many happy returns, Mr. Beaver!

Margie and Edna go green

Margie: Edna, I'm getting more confused by the day about these folks talking about going green. Why do they want everything to be green? I don't think that's right.

We have green grass and green trees but I don't want to paint the house green or wear green clothes all the time. Lawsy me, it looks like a government plot of some kind to me. What do you think, Edna?

Edna: I’ll tell you what I think, Margie. I think that what you don’t know could fill a million libraries. Let me try and explain this to you: when people talk about going green, they don’t mean that they want everything to turn green in color, they mean “green” as in planet-friendly. Don’t you watch TV? You can’t even turn on the news these days without hearing someone going on and on about the “green” movement. Maybe if you’d spend less time down in the basement, you’d be more aware of what’s going on in the rest of the world.

Margie: Edna, this is sort of a friendly planet so I don't see that green would make us more friendly. It sounds like an Irish plot to have St. Patrick's Day year round.

I watch TV, Edna, but I hit that quiet button when I hear "green movement." I already need to take salts every day.

Edna: You are trying my patience, old woman! Nobody said anything about wearing green! Good thing, too, it's definitely not your color. Makes you look jaundiced.

You know, we've been going green for years, well before it was fashionable. Our compost heap, fixing what we have instead of buying new, walking places instead of driving. If everyone did things like that, just imagine how much the environment could be improved.

Margie: That's not nice, Edna. I have feelings too.

I guess I see what you're saying. We fix what we have because we can't buy new green stuff and we walk instead of driving because we can't afford gas.

I suppose that makes us friendlier because we talk to more people that way.

Thank you Edna.

Edna: Oh, I give up! I'm not saying anything more, because I'm not feeling particularly "Margie friendly" right now.

Sister's Day

Margie: Edna, look what we missed. It says in the newspaper that the first Sunday in August is Sister's Day. They made a holiday for us. My goodness. How sweet.

I just think we can celebrate any day we want to, don't you? We're not getting any younger.

Edna: Very true, sister. At our age, every day we're still alive and coherent is a holiday.

I like the idea of Sister's Day, it's a nice chance to reflect on one's relationship with one's sister. Maybe have a glass of special tea and work on burying the hatchet. What do you say?

Margie: Oh Edna, I'm all for that but where is that hatchet going to be buried?

Edna: It's a figure of speech, you ninny! My lands, here I am trying to reflect on the beauty that is our sisterly relationship and you go and say something like that.

Just be quiet and drink your special tea.

Margie: Beauty? I'll just keep my sisterly thoughts to myself. I need a straw.

"First Sunday in August

Sister's Day celebrates being or having a sister. That means a lot of us will celebrate this special day.

Sisters are truly special and unique. Sure, we may argue and fight. But, when it comes right down to it, sisters are the best, the very best.

Celebrate Sister's Day by spending time with your sister. Make it a special day in some way for you, and for her."

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Margie and Edna make up

Margie: Edna, I want to come home. I'm scared in this basement. Cousin T went home because he said you'd get that old strop after him if he didn't.

Edna: Oh good Lord, I should have known that's where you'd be hiding. You big sissy, come on upstairs. As for Cousin T, well...he's right to be scared, although I do appreciate the mighty fine workmanship in my new bedroom. Even if I didn't ask for a renovation.

Margie: Edna, I've learned my lesson. No more locking men in this old basement. Well, not unless I'm with them anyway.

Edna: I'd say you've only learned half your lesson, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers. Why don't you come on up and we can set a spell out on the porch and have an elderberry cordial.

Margie: Edna, that's a lovely idea. You won't poison mine, will you?

Edna: Oh, for heaven's sake, you're so paranoid! There's no poison, I promise--I may not always like you but you are my sister. Let's wipe the slate clean and start all over now that I'm back. What do you say?

Margie: Edna, does that mean you'll call Deputy Jimmy & take back what you said? I guess we can start over if you'll quit scaring Cousin T. He means well.

Edna: I know the poor boy means well, it's not his fault that once he gets into the special tea he loses all sense of reason. I'll bake him a cake to apologize for scaring him.

As for Deputy Jimmy, I'll have a talk with him too and see what I can do. But you are officially on warning. No more rifling through my belongings like they were yours anymore, you hear me? I'll not stand for it.

Margie: Edna, you're acting a bit strange. What really happened in Florida with those Biddys? You know I can take care of them if they did something to you.

Okay, Edna, I won't bother your things anymore. You know that special tea just makes me confused.

Edna: I’m going to overlook the fact that you’re saying it’s strange that I’m acting nice. Nothing happened with the Biddys, besides them getting on my nerves, and I thank you for offering to “take care of them” for me.

As for the special tea, well…everything in moderation, just like Mama used to say.

Margie: Edna, we need to be clear. You just don't seem yourself. I think those Biddy's unnerved you more than you're willing to admit. I'd like to shoot those Biddy teeth right out of Itty's head.

Oh honey, I moderate my special tea by the gallon.

Edna: Margie, let's just put it this way: some things happened in Florida that no one would believe, least of all you. I don't know how much more I can say without it affecting the outcome of the criminal trial. Dangit Margie, now I've said too much, are you happy??

Margie: Edna, I shall say no more. When you're ready to talk about it I'll be glad to listen. There are things in life that are best kept to oneself. Wouldn't you agree?

Edna: I surely do agree, and I’m glad you see it that way. Now, let’s go have that elderberry cordial and you can help me decide what kind of cake to bake for Cousin T.

Work Like a Dog Day

Margie: Edna, I'm really proud of the work ethic our parents instilled in us. Both of them believed in hard work although they weren't work-a-holics.

In all my years working as a librarian I worked like a dog too. Edna, how hard does a dog work? Most dogs I know lay around all day.

Edna: I do not know how that figure of speech got started, because you're surely right about dogs and their work habits. Sometimes I think they have the right idea.

Mama and Daddy would have been proud if they could see how hard we still work today, even though we don't have jobs anymore. It takes a lot of work just to keep this old homestead going, even with Cousin T helping us out occasionally. I think I work harder now than I ever did when I was the receptionist at the Salt Mine, and I worked 12-hour days back then.

Margie: You're surely right, Edna. Being a librarian was more work than anybody could imagine. Do you know what hard work it was to find a private place so I could read all the new books before they got checked out?

Exactly what kind of work do you do around here now, Edna? I can't recall seeing that.

Edna: Don't start on me, old woman, you're not going to ruin yet another blog post with your snippy remarks. You know good and well that I do all the work that you neglect while you're holed up down there in the basement. You're working like a dog on something down there, but I think you're working at being up to no good.

Margie: Sister, what I'm up to in the basement is all good. My lips are sealed.

Margie and Edna get an award!

We were recently honored to receive an award from a very sweet blogger, Maitri at Magic and Moments Dragonfly Cottage. She is a lovely person, and obviously we’ve fooled her into believing that we are lovely people as well.

Thank you so much, Maitri, for:

The Brillante Weblog Premio-2008 Award

Rules:

1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.
4. Add links to these blogs on your blog.
5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog.

We wish to nominate the following blogs for this award, just because we love them so much. However, we don’t want anyone to feel obligated to have to pass this along to anyone else. So we would simply ask that if any of you want to award this to anyone, go right ahead, but there’s no pressure to do so.

Congrats to:

Dine-o-Meter

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Midlife Gals

Mullet Heaven

The Original GRITS

The Rollberblog

Margie and Edna: The Reunion

Margie: Edna, do not try to find me. I am in hiding. I know you're in a foul mood because of the Biddys but you aren't going to take it out on me.

Didn't I tell you not to go? Your old head is hard as a rock. I'm not putting up with any foolishness so you better calm down or pick up your bags and move.

You old hussy.

Edna: Don't you start with me, old woman, I'm in no mood for your nonsense. And if I'm crabby, it has nothing to do with the Biddys--it's because of all the stories I'm hearing about how you behaved while I was gone. Shameful, just shameful! And to drag poor Cousin T into your shenanigans, you ought to be hanging your head for corrupting a fine young man like that.

Don't you worry, I won't be trying to find you any time soon.

Margie: You're just mad because I went out with Pierre in his Roller Royce car. The mailman said he likes me best too. He even gave me a compliment on your pretty dress that I borrowed.

Edna: Margie, I could care less about "Pierre," if that is indeed his real name. I heard all about your exploits with him, and all I will say about that is if he's French, I'll eat my hat. And would you just listen to yourself? The only way you got my beau was to go out with him wearing my dress. Doesn't that tell you something?

How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands off my belongings? I already filed a police report with Deputy Jimmy down at the station about what you did to my bedroom, so if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away for a long time. There's a warrant out for you, you harpy, so you'd better run far and fast.

Margie: Edna, you're a sour grape! Pierre is his name and all I know is that your clothes look better on me. My figure puts yours to shame.

I'm glad Deputy Jimmy is coming because I have something for him. Do you understand somebody hacked into your hard drive? That's what Mr. Hawkins called it. Anyway, I won't be in jail because of those pictures. You'd better think this over, you washed up biddy.

Edna: Oh, I see how it is. When I wanted to use the computer, you said it was yours and that Mr. Hawkins just gave it to you to use. But as soon as trouble comes a-callin' it's my computer? Well, you listen up and listen good: I'm not going to the pokey just because you couldn't stay away from those beefcake pictures. You're on your own, sister.

Margie: Edna, hear this! Kiss my grits!