Margie: Edna, you know our family reunion is coming up in June. Remember how Daddy always told us that we had to go as long as we were breathing?
Well, you can go alone this year. Old Margie knows when it's time to quit.
Edna: Oh no you don't! I'm not going to face that bunch of piranhas alone! You'd best get yourself out of whatever funk you're in and come and face the music with me.
Margie: Sister, don't pretend that you don't recall how you embarrassed me last year. Right in front of Mama and Daddy's graves too.
That gentleman walked up and simply said he'd gone to school with you so he knew your age. Lordy, it was like waving a red flag at a bull. You rared back your purse and told him you'd knock him to Kingdom come if he told your age. You have no shame.
Edna: Margie, you must have been tippling again because that was surely not me you're remembering. That was Aunt Biddy, you idiot! So you can just quit your whining about me shaming you, because Lord knows it didn't happen the way you're telling it.
I thought for sure she was going to pull that man's hair out.
Margie: Hair? I've pulled my own out having to listen to all your squawking day and night.
Edna: I'm fine with agreeing to a 24-hour wall of silence if it will get you to stop filling my ear with half-truths. Agreed?
Margie: Make it 48.
3 comments:
Now, now you too. I'd do the same if someone mentioned my age in public. That would be the last time they ever celebrated a birthday. And, family reunions can be a pain in the you know what. I say skip it and take the Margiedales on a vacation.
Have to go to the reunion. They are fun if you can sit back and watch everyone else make fools of themselves. One more thing. I don't believe you can do the 24 hour thing let alone 48.
Edna: Grampy, sadly you were right; Margie couldn't go two hours before she started griping at me about some such nonsense. I was fully prepared to go a week with silence in the house, I was enjoying it so.
Post a Comment