"My Second Day"Next morning I awake to find that, true to their promise, the store has delivered my new furnishings during the night. I bet you wish your shops offered such quick delivery service!
Now, this is more like it. Perhaps you noticed the
two chairs and the big double bed? Time to implement the next part of my plan. A quick phone call to Christopher:
He arrives as quickly as he can in that old sloppy jalopy of his. I have only a couple of hours before I start work, so there is no time to waste.
Me: Chrissie, we've known each other a long time now, almost a whole day. We're getting along splendidly. What say we formalize our relationship?
Chris: Well ...
Me: Come on, Chris. Think about your home with the shower that runs cold water, the uncomfortable bed, and the lousy food. I offer you a life of comfort and ease. Your shower will never run cold. I will cook delicious meals for you on the best stove simoleons can buy. Nothing says lovin' like something from the coven, you know.
Chris:
What?Me:
Oven, Chris, oven! Slip of the tongue.
Chris: But Atauserk - you have no house!
Me: All in good time, Chris. Personally, I think walls are highly overrated. But if it'll make you happy, I promise you won't have to worry about getting rained on. Now, look at that big comfortable bed. Imagine you and me together in that big bed. Think how much fun we will have. Just think ...
Chris: I accept! I'll do it!
Me: Hallelujah. Finally. Look at this lovely ring I bought for you.
Chris: Do you love me?
Me: Oh sure, Chris. Sure. Absolutely. My car pool will be here within the hour to take me to work. Who needs long engagements, eh? Let's get married!
Do I hear comments about our choice of wedding attire? Perhaps you think we shouldn't be getting married in our pyjamas? I tell you, if everybody had sumptuous silk pyjamas like mine, you'd see a lot of pj weddings. I'm just ahead of the curve.
Me: Chrissie, darling, look at this lovely wedding present I bought for you.
Chris: An easel? But Atauserk, I can't paint!
Me: You have an artist's soul, Chris! I know it. You just never had a chance to express it before. Gotta run, I don't want to be late my first day of work. You get over to the Consignment store and collect the new clothes I picked out for you yesterday. I absolutely don't want to see corduroy shorts again! When I get home, I'm sure you'll have lots of lovely paintings to show me. Bye! [checks another item off her list]