Swamped Thing, or Now We Go A-Wordzzling
Is it just Chatty, or do the holidays seem to be bearing down on us rather quickly this year?
Chatty has yet to really get into the swing of things. She has been swamped with finishing her final project and the take-home final exam for a course she's been taking for three hours every Tuesday evening for the past 15 weeks. The last class, and Chatty's final presentation and turning in the final - is on Tuesday. Chatty - ever one to procrastinate while insisting she works best under pressure - is toiling mightily to get it all done while also wrapping presents, buying gifts and whipsawing back and forth "Tree, or no tree? Tree or no tree?"
As Chatty's neighbor just called to tell her that they woke up to find that their delightful but uninhibited dog had spent the night chewing through all the Christmas light wires on their tree, Chatty is leaning toward "no tree" at the moment - because even though she's pretty sure Toot and Cleo wouldn't eat the lights, she is not equally sanguine about the tasty-looking ornaments...
So, because Chatty is SO busy, has NO time and is being RUN RAGGED trying to get important things done, naturally she decided the only thing to do was to write a Wordzzle, brought to us as always by the lovely Raven.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were:
Horny as a toad,
Frankenstein’s sister,
Greeks bearing gifts,
Holiday,
Cheese grater,
Gridlock,
Drip dry,
Coffin maker,
Movie mogul,
Turkish coffee
The Mini Challenge:
prenuptial agreement,
The purple cow just hated the orange cat,
potato chips,
sari
Hammer and nails
In order to save time (HA!) Chatty has decided to combine them, so here goes:
Stavros Stamapolous was having a bad day. First off, he was as horny as a toad. Hell, he’d even bang Frankenstein’s sister at this point, but she wasn’t around. No, his ball and chain had just jetted off to Gstaad for the holiday (their pre-nuptial agreement allowed for six solo trips a year) leaving him to fume and drip dry in the gridlock surrounding LAX. Second, too many limoncellos last night left him with the feeling that a toddler had taken a big hammer and nails to his cortex. In a voice that sounded like rocks being rubbed over a cheese grater, he barked at the chauffeur to stop at the nearest place he could find for potato chips and Turkish coffee - breakfast of champions - then raised the window between them and went back to perusing the pile of scripts his assistant had left for him in the back of the limo. He opened the first one. “The purple cow just hated the orange cat” read the first line. He tossed it aside with a grunt. Who did they think he was, Dr. Seuss? The next one looked more promising: “Sunlit bedroom, day. The wind flutters the light curtains and the edges of her beautiful silk sari as Indira reclines on the ornate bed. Ghandi enters the room quietly.” Oh, please, he muttered to himself. You can’t make a sexy film with Ghandi in it, for Christ’s sake! He tossed the script aside and picked up the trade papers. “Coffin Maker to the Stars!” screamed Variety. “Beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts!” trumpeted The Hollywood Reporter. And all because that bimbo Valentina Verklempt – his big discovery – had flopped so badly in her debut film that it might not even make it to DVD. Stavros sighed mightily. Heavy lies the head that wears the crown - or some crap like that. In an industry currently run by committee and from afar, it wasn’t easy being Hollywood’s last movie mogul.
Chatty has yet to really get into the swing of things. She has been swamped with finishing her final project and the take-home final exam for a course she's been taking for three hours every Tuesday evening for the past 15 weeks. The last class, and Chatty's final presentation and turning in the final - is on Tuesday. Chatty - ever one to procrastinate while insisting she works best under pressure - is toiling mightily to get it all done while also wrapping presents, buying gifts and whipsawing back and forth "Tree, or no tree? Tree or no tree?"
As Chatty's neighbor just called to tell her that they woke up to find that their delightful but uninhibited dog had spent the night chewing through all the Christmas light wires on their tree, Chatty is leaning toward "no tree" at the moment - because even though she's pretty sure Toot and Cleo wouldn't eat the lights, she is not equally sanguine about the tasty-looking ornaments...
So, because Chatty is SO busy, has NO time and is being RUN RAGGED trying to get important things done, naturally she decided the only thing to do was to write a Wordzzle, brought to us as always by the lovely Raven.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were:
Horny as a toad,
Frankenstein’s sister,
Greeks bearing gifts,
Holiday,
Cheese grater,
Gridlock,
Drip dry,
Coffin maker,
Movie mogul,
Turkish coffee
The Mini Challenge:
prenuptial agreement,
The purple cow just hated the orange cat,
potato chips,
sari
Hammer and nails
In order to save time (HA!) Chatty has decided to combine them, so here goes:
Stavros Stamapolous was having a bad day. First off, he was as horny as a toad. Hell, he’d even bang Frankenstein’s sister at this point, but she wasn’t around. No, his ball and chain had just jetted off to Gstaad for the holiday (their pre-nuptial agreement allowed for six solo trips a year) leaving him to fume and drip dry in the gridlock surrounding LAX. Second, too many limoncellos last night left him with the feeling that a toddler had taken a big hammer and nails to his cortex. In a voice that sounded like rocks being rubbed over a cheese grater, he barked at the chauffeur to stop at the nearest place he could find for potato chips and Turkish coffee - breakfast of champions - then raised the window between them and went back to perusing the pile of scripts his assistant had left for him in the back of the limo. He opened the first one. “The purple cow just hated the orange cat” read the first line. He tossed it aside with a grunt. Who did they think he was, Dr. Seuss? The next one looked more promising: “Sunlit bedroom, day. The wind flutters the light curtains and the edges of her beautiful silk sari as Indira reclines on the ornate bed. Ghandi enters the room quietly.” Oh, please, he muttered to himself. You can’t make a sexy film with Ghandi in it, for Christ’s sake! He tossed the script aside and picked up the trade papers. “Coffin Maker to the Stars!” screamed Variety. “Beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts!” trumpeted The Hollywood Reporter. And all because that bimbo Valentina Verklempt – his big discovery – had flopped so badly in her debut film that it might not even make it to DVD. Stavros sighed mightily. Heavy lies the head that wears the crown - or some crap like that. In an industry currently run by committee and from afar, it wasn’t easy being Hollywood’s last movie mogul.
Chatty, only *you* could put those words & phrases together so very skillfully!
What a masterpiece!
PS: It's true, Christmas is bearing down upon us all too quickly this year.
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Im a neat freak according to the test, but sometimes I'd beg to differ...
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oops! I totally spaced out and posted that comment to the wrong blog! LOL it should have been on kcinnova's, that's what I get for having too many windows open
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WAAAAY clever as always. Brilliantly done. Good luck on your final presentation. I'm sure you will ace it.
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Good job in using all the words in one story.
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Chatty, you always crack me up, I'm pretty sure I've told you this before, but you have such a way of crafting those words like nobody's business! A sexy film with Ghandi?! I need my memory cleansed.
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well good luck indeed with finishing your class!
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Chatty...the name Valentina Verklempt is one of my favorites. Ever. You will do fabulously on your finale for your class, not doubt. And, I just cannot believe that it's less than two weeks before Christmas...it is coming way too quickly this year, I agree!
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Loved the story. Good use of the words.
Hope you do well in the class.
You'll miss the tree.
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Nope... I feel ya. I am not having an easy go of the holidays myself.
Hope you get everything you need done, and have many blessings still!
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the holidays are like amphetamine, in a really bad way.
but i have some good news for yah! Come on over to check it out!!!
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