Dedicated to: Rachel, Sharon, Debbie, Becky and REALLY wishing you were amongst the list....Shirley)
I am in much trepidation. For after visiting with Mr. Twain in his Chapter III of "Innocents Abroad" I have much fear and foreboding as to whether....
[Technical Stuff: Oh, that's how you spell the word "whether"...I just couldn't get it right earlier today while trying to quickly send a low-tech, no, don't want spell-check, just want to get this note posted message to someone on Face Book.]
....as to whether or not I will live out the evening without either:
1) Getting group food poisoning
2) Having a major rift develop between me and some much-loved friends and potentially living out my years as an unwilling hermitess and/or
3) Getting arrested for unknowingly (and completely in innocence, Mr. FBI-Man!) violating some or all of those scary copyright infringement laws which are always ominously plastered before, during and after any movie recording purchased or rented for entertainment purposes only!
In other words my most-eagerly anticipated "Irony Chef America Party" for tonight is doomed! You see, under my annoying instigation, some lady friends and I are are gathering tonight to watch a home recording (no, I'm NOT collecting $ for this!) of "Iron Chef" and "Iron Chef America" whilst we eat low-brow food of the cheeze whiz and crackers, unwashed garden vegetables and fudgecicles variety. (This the "irony" part of our event's "title", for those of you who are likely too intelligent to be able to stoop low enough to get my low-brow humor.)
And my impeding party-disaster really is all Mr. Twain's fault.
[Remember: During my last blog I was quite happy with this gentleman, even to the point of presuming upon him a first name acquaintance!]
For the last three of his five Chapter III subtitles are as follows:
3. "Tribulation Among the Patriarchs" referring to the fact that all and sundry (again) of the older passengers on board ship develop sea sickness and cannot keep their breakfasts down!
[Technical Stuff: Did I happen to mention that I and the other ladies attending the party, as per my interpretation, are what Mr. Twain describes as "elderly" - we being of the 40ish-50ish year-old age range and at least one of whom is very close to that terrible doorway of 60 years of age (oops...I think I just started that aforementioned rift)!]
4. "Seeking Amusement Under Difficulties" under which Mr. Twain finds himself bored on-board and gets himself into all sorts of trouble with the...
5. "5 Captains in the Ship" in which Mr. Twain finds that, just like too many cooks in the kitchen, that 5 captains on ship are about 4 too many and that any transgressions he may commit are bound to be noticed by so many authority figures all hovering around at one time.
OK, so up to about 10 minutes ago any party forebodings I may have "entertained" based on Mr. Twain's Chap III were quickly brushed aside because the # of ladies who were planning to attend my aforementioned "Irony Chef America" party were to be 6, not 5. Thus the too many captains/cooks linking our festivities to Mr. Twain's terrible day aboard ship seemed tenuous at best.
But alas, I just received a Face Book message from my hostess for tonight (thanks a lot Sharon!) letting me know that the sixth lady, possibly the most senior of us, the most level-headed, the kindest and the most even-keeled (oh, cool, another shipping word tossed into the mix...wait, is "mix" mixing shipping and cooking/noncooking...???? Much confusion)...well, what I was trying to tell you is that the 6th lady is now no longer coming to our little "fete"!
That makes 5 of us attending, as in "5 captains in the ship" and we are doomed!!!!!
OK, with all of that said, I'll maybe get back to you later, if I'm able after such a traumatic event as which hovers over my horizon (wow! shipping word!) and let you know how it all "cooks up" (whew! I amuse myself to no end with these pungent little cooking/shipping phrases lading my post....No, I did NOT think of Emily Post when I put that last word in...)
Well, anyway, I only hae 3 more hours to ready for my doom, but, hopefully I'll "see" you later...
I am in much trepidation. For after visiting with Mr. Twain in his Chapter III of "Innocents Abroad" I have much fear and foreboding as to whether....
[Technical Stuff: Oh, that's how you spell the word "whether"...I just couldn't get it right earlier today while trying to quickly send a low-tech, no, don't want spell-check, just want to get this note posted message to someone on Face Book.]
....as to whether or not I will live out the evening without either:
1) Getting group food poisoning
2) Having a major rift develop between me and some much-loved friends and potentially living out my years as an unwilling hermitess and/or
3) Getting arrested for unknowingly (and completely in innocence, Mr. FBI-Man!) violating some or all of those scary copyright infringement laws which are always ominously plastered before, during and after any movie recording purchased or rented for entertainment purposes only!
In other words my most-eagerly anticipated "Irony Chef America Party" for tonight is doomed! You see, under my annoying instigation, some lady friends and I are are gathering tonight to watch a home recording (no, I'm NOT collecting $ for this!) of "Iron Chef" and "Iron Chef America" whilst we eat low-brow food of the cheeze whiz and crackers, unwashed garden vegetables and fudgecicles variety. (This the "irony" part of our event's "title", for those of you who are likely too intelligent to be able to stoop low enough to get my low-brow humor.)
And my impeding party-disaster really is all Mr. Twain's fault.
[Remember: During my last blog I was quite happy with this gentleman, even to the point of presuming upon him a first name acquaintance!]
For the last three of his five Chapter III subtitles are as follows:
3. "Tribulation Among the Patriarchs" referring to the fact that all and sundry (again) of the older passengers on board ship develop sea sickness and cannot keep their breakfasts down!
[Technical Stuff: Did I happen to mention that I and the other ladies attending the party, as per my interpretation, are what Mr. Twain describes as "elderly" - we being of the 40ish-50ish year-old age range and at least one of whom is very close to that terrible doorway of 60 years of age (oops...I think I just started that aforementioned rift)!]
4. "Seeking Amusement Under Difficulties" under which Mr. Twain finds himself bored on-board and gets himself into all sorts of trouble with the...
5. "5 Captains in the Ship" in which Mr. Twain finds that, just like too many cooks in the kitchen, that 5 captains on ship are about 4 too many and that any transgressions he may commit are bound to be noticed by so many authority figures all hovering around at one time.
OK, so up to about 10 minutes ago any party forebodings I may have "entertained" based on Mr. Twain's Chap III were quickly brushed aside because the # of ladies who were planning to attend my aforementioned "Irony Chef America" party were to be 6, not 5. Thus the too many captains/cooks linking our festivities to Mr. Twain's terrible day aboard ship seemed tenuous at best.
But alas, I just received a Face Book message from my hostess for tonight (thanks a lot Sharon!) letting me know that the sixth lady, possibly the most senior of us, the most level-headed, the kindest and the most even-keeled (oh, cool, another shipping word tossed into the mix...wait, is "mix" mixing shipping and cooking/noncooking...???? Much confusion)...well, what I was trying to tell you is that the 6th lady is now no longer coming to our little "fete"!
That makes 5 of us attending, as in "5 captains in the ship" and we are doomed!!!!!
OK, with all of that said, I'll maybe get back to you later, if I'm able after such a traumatic event as which hovers over my horizon (wow! shipping word!) and let you know how it all "cooks up" (whew! I amuse myself to no end with these pungent little cooking/shipping phrases lading my post....No, I did NOT think of Emily Post when I put that last word in...)
Well, anyway, I only hae 3 more hours to ready for my doom, but, hopefully I'll "see" you later...
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