Belle: But of course, darlin', and aren't they just the cutest things?
MMD: Bet that shrieky one could show a girl a good time.
Belle: Maggie, this is NOT one of those adult blogs.
MMD: Lucky thing because our daddy doesn't look to be growing up anytime soon.
Belle: Looks full grown to me. Have you seen the weight he's put on?
MMD: Shh. He doesn't really like to think about it.
Belle: Can you just imagine? There's a chance we get to star in our own adventures - in this exotic locale, no less. Just like my heroine, Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love, only here in my own home town.
MMD: That penguin's kind of cute too, but I think I'd get in trouble with the moose.
Belle: Honey, you're liable to get in trouble with any of those men. Better stick to picnics.
MMD: Sigh. Why did I get stuck with picnics? Do you know how much work it is to organize one of those suckers? And let me tell you, a really good potato salad is more labor intensive than folks realize, especially when you don't have opposable thumbs.
Belle: Men never appreciate all we do behind the scenes to make their lives pleasant and their food yummy. But with a tail like yours, honey, you don't need thumbs.
MMD: Well, I do like to flirt a bit now and then and men do notice me.
Belle: A few of the women do too. Me, I'm a BBW with the full kind of figure that makes for one helluva snuggle. Something to hold on to, if you know what I mean.
MMD: And you a right proper Anglican lady!
Belle: You can pray, play bridge, and still have fun.
MMD: Amen to that.
Daddy (off camera): Patience, ladies. I promise we'll have an adventure on Sunday WITH the camera (and Mimi, we hope). Until then, you've got to let me catch up on the news. And remember, some of us work 6 days a week.
The girls: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Daddy: Ahem.
MMD and Belle: Yes, daddy. But you're more fun when you're "retired."
Daddy: True, and poorer too. Let's praise King Jesus and Holy Mother Mary that there's an income these days.
Belle (as the girls wander off): "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille."
MMD: More like the nuthouse. Where's your dead chimp?
Belle: Max!
MMD: Teehee.
At the end of the day I slipped across the building to shoot this pic from an empty conference room. The casino and the Mississippi.
And that's the tour for today.
Y'all have to be patient about the Adventures of Maggie and Belle.
--the BB
9 comments:
OMG, I miss the city so much.
You and your kids cracked me up.
Paul, your daughters are lovely girls, and full of their daddy's wit. Could Padre Mickey have a competitor? Will we have the dueling Friday night entertainments competing for the greatest number of viewers?
The pictures make me a little sad. NOLA has a long way to go.
Those girls are delightful. And completely selfishily, I was surprised and delighted to see a screen shot of my own blog at Mickey's - it made me (you know where I am headed) ishreik!
I must learn how to extricate Spanish grammatical symbols from my keyboard.
The photos made me sad too and I so long to visit New Orleans.
Attention, girls! Did you see what Bunrab said at El Padre's place?
Bunrab, the Filthiest Toy in the House: They're beautiful! So plush! So voluptuous! So full of stuffing! SO CLEAN!!!
That one will bear watching. Let's just say that, as your honorary grandmother, I would not leave you alone with Bunrab.
Like so many of the Dance Party fans, I am quit fond of Bunrab, but you may be right. I'll keep an eye on the filthy critter. Then again, I think Belle is enjoying the attention and, being a hippo, suspect she can hold her own against him.
Yes, they may not be pure but my children are all clean. No doggies! And back when I could afford house cleaners they were trained never to pick my children up by an ear or an arm. There are stories there. Someday....
Ow, Pablito, you are providing us with a whole new avenue of time-sucking on the intertubes. And a witty one it is, but what am I to do, and what is Abuelita Mimi to do? Look at how many times she has already commented here. She and I and Miz Fran and perhaps some others need to join an Intertubes Sobriety Support Group. Online of course. Oy vey.
Love the animals.
It's all (well, mostly) Padre Mickey's fault, of course.
May I point out that both these gentlemen are priests in God's One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church? (And in that other True Really I Mean It Church with the initials too long for my addled brain to remember? Padre Mickey de Panamá will come to the rescue here, I'm sure.)
Lurv,
A New Fan of Mizzes Maggie and Belle Who Also Remains Devoted to Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love and to the Minions of the Right Reverend Gallito, Señor Red Bank P., and His Serene Shriekiness
Sorry to lead you astray, Contessa, but it won't be the first time I've been an occasion of sin. Though I aspire to holiness, I do not claim it.
Did I complain about being led astray? The oy vay was for my own sins. I must take responsibility for them. Hello, I'm Jane R and I am addicted to toy animals conversing on the intertubes through the intermediary of two silly padrecitos.
(Everyone: HI, JANE R!!)
Did I complain about being led astray? The oy vay was for my own sins. I must take responsibility for them. Hello, I'm Jane R and I am addicted to toy animals conversing on the intertubes through the intermediary of two silly padrecitos.
(Everyone: HI, JANE R!!)
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