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Thursday, October 8, 2009

Time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin'...

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Edna: Margie, last week's episode of Supernatural got me to thinking a lot about the past and changing the future. In the show, when Dean from the present encountered his future self, he surely didn't like how he had turned out. Do you think that if Past Margie paid you a call today, she'd like how you turned out?

Margie: Edna, why do you torment me? I think it would depend on several things. She would not like my financial situation and she'd ask why I became a librarian instead of the lawyer I wanted to be.

I believe she'd love my choice of gentlemen and that I still live in Jericho and am the toast of the town.

What would Past Edna tell you?

Edna: Well, she'd give me an earful about living in Jericho. She thought I'd be growing old gracefully in France, living in the country and raising goats. She'd also be surprised that you and I even have anything to do with one another now, given how much we fought when we were younger.

She'd be glad to see that I'm still feisty after all these years, though. And I think she'd be amazed at our blog.

Margie: Well, you came close to what Past Edna would have expected. You may not be raising goats but you sure are one. I also think you'd best check the dictionary for the definition of "feisty" as that's not you.

I think our Past Margie and Edna would love our blog too. As for us living together, Edna, I could have a sister worse than you. Yes, I said it. It is possible that you could have been worse.

Edna: I guess that's as close to a compliment as I'm ever going to get from you. Past Margie was also pretty stingy with praise, so I guess you haven't changed much. I suppose I feel the same about you too, sister.

While there are some things I might have wanted to be different, I have to say that I'm pretty content with how life turned out for me. And like you said, things can always be worse--at least we've still got family, Aunt Biddy and Itty-Biddy notwithstanding.

Margie: That's true, Edna, and there's one thing about the past that I'd never want to change. Mama and Daddy were the best parents we ever could have had. I sure do miss them.

Edna: So do I, Margie. Now, as far as I'm concerned, it's never too late to change your future. So what do you say we start raising us some goats in the backyard?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Make Your Own Holiday Day

Margie: My word, Edna, look at this.

"Today is your day to skip all of the red tape, bypass all of the effort, and create a special day of any kind. Simply declare your special day on Make Your Own Holiday Day!"

I, Margie, do hereby proclaim this day as Be Kind To Margie Day. Edna, could you get me a cup of coffee and some cookies? Oh, and a nice blanket to put over my knees too.

Edna: Pfff, just because YOU say it's a holiday doesn't mean I have to abide by it. You can just be kind to yourself.

Now, I like the sound of Eat Nothing But Chocolate Day. Whooee, there's a holiday I can get behind!

Margie: Edna, that's a holiday that will make your behind bigger. Maybe we should make a holiday that doesn't revolve around food.

How about Ogle A Muscular Man Day?

Edna: Margie, that's the first sensible thing you've said all day! You go round up some liquid refreshment and I'll go round up the muscular men, and we'll make a day of it. Sound good?

Margie: Sister, maybe you could join Mensa with that idea! I'll get the refreshments.

Edna: You know, maybe we'd better extend the holiday until tomorrow, in case I don't make it back by tonight with the muscular men. Don't wait up for me, Margie.

Margie: Floozy.

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