- One of the WWWPs is suffering from a back problem. Or so she says. Several times while she was seated on her "throne," she dropped something, and insisted that one of us pick it up for her. We each had to take at least one turn being her lackey. After dropping 11 objects out of her purse, with intervals between each, we got a bit suspicious. Then we put a stop to it when she took a grape out of the fruit salad and asked us to peel it for her. That was going a bit too far...
- One of the WWWPs mentioned she has "such trouble putting on weight." She reportedly put on some--after working hard to do it--and then lost a few pounds. Another writer chimed in, and said she had the same exact problem. What mirror is she looking in? they all wondered. They looked at the fat rolls and the cellulite that was attempting to escape from her waistband, and silently pondered what the real story was...
- One of the WWWPs has had to hire a storage facility to hold all the letters she has received this month (and February isn't even over yet!). For every letter she gets, she sends three replies, and the cost of postage has gotten out of control. Her husband has cut her off from the bank account, as it was all getting siphoned directly into the post office. This WWWP has had to get a part-time job as a pole dancer to support her letter writing habit...(Apparently, spandex and glitter are a lot cheaper than stamps.)
- One of the WWWPs wrote a story that was so full of brilliant phrases and imagery, it makes you ticked off that you didn't create them. After we read the piece and we picked our jaws off the floor, she said, "Thanks. You really like it?" Jeeze!
- One of the WWWPs ate several pieces of fudge during the evening, but since her body is seemingly impervious to calorie accumulation, the rest of us began gluing pieces of the milk-chocolate goodness onto her 6'3" frame. She went home with Viggo Mortensen. We'll see how that hook-up works out...
Send your answers to me...Major prizes if you get all 5 correct. The winner gets a half-eaten plate of fudge...Oops, sorry. That prize has already been snapped up...
LOL...Let me just say that I went home with Viggo several weeks ago and clung to him for an extra week, even...almost as hard as I cling to fudge!
ReplyDeleteWhew! I wouldn't dream of pinning any of those tales on you donk...um...WWWPs. I do, however, pronounce you all to be simply breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I know who they all are, but I'll wait and let others guess.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, somebody sabotaged the group by bringing fudge. You'd think she'd get her head out of her sink and realize that willpower is not one of the W's in the acronym WWWP :)
ReplyDeleteDid someone say fudge?
ReplyDeleteThe laptop nearly dropped off my lap from laughing so hard... oh wait, I need to pick out the glitter in my fudge.
ReplyDeleteTammy--Umm. The combination of Viggo AND fudge has got me thinking in a completely different direction...
ReplyDeleteVal--Breathtaking? Yes, I DO cause some to take a sharp intake of breath at the sight of me...
Becky--Come on--the prizes won't last forever ;)
Linda--What did you say? I can't hear you over the sound the water and the fire engines.
Mama Zen--Yes, fudge. It's a recipe that takes (unfortunately) only 5 minutes and is foolproof.
1 bag of milk chocolate chips
1/2 bag (1 cup) of semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 can of sweetened condensed milk
Mix them up in a glass bowl. Put it in the microwave for 5 minutes at 50% power. Stir at the halfway mark. Stir again when it's finished, and add vanilla or almond extract or Malibu rum or whatever flavoring you like (a small splash of it) and nuts if you want 'em. Pour into a buttered pie pan or plate. Yum!
Lynn--You can recycle your glitter. Use the fudge as "glue" for your performance tonight.
Such an entertaining group! ...I wish I had trouble putting on weight. ARGH.
ReplyDeleteKatie--Me, too. It's a "problem" I'm not too sympathetic with.
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