Now we’re talking! The old eye opener. Just a little something to “level the playing field.” (Apologies to Julia Sweeney)
Shows up with lumber and carpentry tools to brace that porch with the crowd on it.
HelenTroy, where are you? We’re dying here.
I brought some tweezers for splinters.
I’ve been following this thread. I do hope Helen’s ok. ::nervously bites lip::
I think she only logs on from work, and I wouldn’t blame her a bit if she either took the day off or is coming late today.
Hope you’re OK, HelenTroy.
<Passes the fruit plate>
::::Brings chocolate chip cookies for everyone::::::
lugs big carafe of mint hot chocolate to porch step*
Who wants some?
::: brings some bottles of Grand Marnier:::
Maybe HelenTroy is happy again with her husband and is kind of embarressed to post again. It’s a thing I sometimes feel. [the embarresment for a too hasty post, I mean. Not being happy with a husband ;)]
Don’t feel like that, Helen. We only wish you happiness.
Well, I can’t sit here all day. I’m going to go prune her roses. It looks like her ixoras need watering too…I think she’s had other things on her mind than yardwork.
Just contributing a plate of sausage rolls (it’s lunch time, folks) and a plate of snickerdoodles and sitting down to do some knitting.
Helen, I haven’t much advice to give you; others have already far outdone me. I do have a pretty good shoulder to lean on, and I can spare you some backbone when yours starts to quaver. Be for your daughter the example of strength and character your husband has chosen not to be.
CJ
- ::swishes in with folk guitar::*
Kumbaya my lord, kumba-
*::Trips over long gauze skirt, strangles self with waist-length frizzy hair…::
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(Helen, whatever the results, as long as you and your daughter are ok, that’s what matters.)
I haven’t posted here yet, but have been following along. I, too, sincerely hope Helen is okay.
So, I’m joining the rest of you on the porch. Passes plate of grilled cheese sandwiches.
We’re all hoping the best for you and your daughter, Helen, no matter which way it turns out!
Wanders into the yard, and after a moment’s hesitation begins scarfing all the leftovers.
Thanks guys, I forgot my lunch and was starving! OK if I rake up the leaves on the back lawn?
shows up with chocolate fudge brownies for all
I’ll help with the raking!
shows up with twins in stroller
Since everyone’s just hanging out, could somebody please watch these two while I run a couple of errands?
Starts selling tickets to stand on the front porch.
What?
Anybody realize how much cooler the world would be if people actually did stuff like this in real life? Seriously, if I knew that any major life-event would be accompanied by a gaggle of friends hanging out on the porch, ready to lend advice, sympathy and boatloads of food, I’d never be afraid to face anything again.
Here in Doperville, our computer screen in the communal front porch.
Here in the Pit, it is the place to yell, " Hey You lousy felching kids! Get off my lawn!"
Well, with all the food and the fact that I have not turned into Lindsay yet, I won’t be able to do a thing until I hear, so I’ll be in the kitchen doing dishes and listening to the radio with the twins.
Anyone wanna dry?
I’ll dry, but I think Shirley volunteered to change the twins’ diapers.
Well, in my little world I would have people waiting hanging out on my porch. But they’d be my family. And they’d be carrying torches and wanting to partake in name-calling and rubbing my nose in whatever went sour…