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prince_ericSo once upon a time, Prince Eric and his wife were invited to a Thanksgiving weekend party (at the dwelling of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jss1113). Despite Eric's misgivings that Josh was really a cultist following the elder god Cthulhu who was looking for a sacrificial human to bring his dread god back from the watery deeps to smite all of mankind and send them howling into madness, he and his wife accepted, and actually looked forward to the event.
On the day of the event, as Eric baked the pumpkin pie that was to be their contribution to the group meal, his wife came home from some errands, and said that she was tired and had a headache, and would take a nap before needing to head out. As the time to depart grew near, Eric did try to wake his wife, but she resisted, and Eric wisely left her to her slumbers, and went to the party (with the pumpkin pie) by himself, and left his wife to her sleep. (While the party proved to be lacking in human sacrifice of any sort (and quite fun, in fact), Eric did note that several of the guests in attendance sounded like they were from Innsmouth, and did hear a snippet of conversation that sounded suspiciously like "goat of a thousand young.")
The following weekend, after a day of working on various carpentry projects around the house, Eric's wife did say that she needed to go to the bookstore, and asked Eric to go with her. After getting to the store, Eric settled down with a book (something by Alton Brown, of FoodTV fame, if he recalls correctly), and waited for his wife to finish her shopping. She soon appeared, with a few books, and did show them to Eric. When he asked her about one of her selections, she said that it seemed to be a popular choice among co-workers and that it might prove helpful, as she had been feeling unwell and out-of-sorts for the past couple of months, and that she would not begin feeling like her usual self until some time around the end of July, some seven months later.
The moral of this story is that there is now a lot of things to get finished in the second floor of Eric's house in order for a suitable place is ready for the new tenant showing up in (now) approximately five months, and that some people will apparently do anything to get out of staining and varnishing woodwork.
Or something like that, at any rate.
jss1113). Despite Eric's misgivings that Josh was really a cultist following the elder god Cthulhu who was looking for a sacrificial human to bring his dread god back from the watery deeps to smite all of mankind and send them howling into madness, he and his wife accepted, and actually looked forward to the event.On the day of the event, as Eric baked the pumpkin pie that was to be their contribution to the group meal, his wife came home from some errands, and said that she was tired and had a headache, and would take a nap before needing to head out. As the time to depart grew near, Eric did try to wake his wife, but she resisted, and Eric wisely left her to her slumbers, and went to the party (with the pumpkin pie) by himself, and left his wife to her sleep. (While the party proved to be lacking in human sacrifice of any sort (and quite fun, in fact), Eric did note that several of the guests in attendance sounded like they were from Innsmouth, and did hear a snippet of conversation that sounded suspiciously like "goat of a thousand young.")
The following weekend, after a day of working on various carpentry projects around the house, Eric's wife did say that she needed to go to the bookstore, and asked Eric to go with her. After getting to the store, Eric settled down with a book (something by Alton Brown, of FoodTV fame, if he recalls correctly), and waited for his wife to finish her shopping. She soon appeared, with a few books, and did show them to Eric. When he asked her about one of her selections, she said that it seemed to be a popular choice among co-workers and that it might prove helpful, as she had been feeling unwell and out-of-sorts for the past couple of months, and that she would not begin feeling like her usual self until some time around the end of July, some seven months later.
The moral of this story is that there is now a lot of things to get finished in the second floor of Eric's house in order for a suitable place is ready for the new tenant showing up in (now) approximately five months, and that some people will apparently do anything to get out of staining and varnishing woodwork.
Or something like that, at any rate.
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Date: 2004-02-08 08:08 pm (UTC)The world must now quake in fear at the prospect of a little Prince (or Princess) Eric Jr. running free in it. Eep!
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Date: 2004-02-08 09:17 pm (UTC)Re: Thanksgiving day parties
Date: 2004-02-09 10:30 am (UTC)Finally!
Date: 2004-02-08 10:55 pm (UTC)I'm already plotting out all the helpfully corrupting influence I can have on your upcomin' youngun'.
You are still treating your wife like the Goddess she is for carrying your evil child, right?
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Date: 2004-02-09 08:00 pm (UTC)And I do try to treat her like a Goddess, though I don't always manage to succede....
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Date: 2004-02-09 05:23 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-11 06:49 am (UTC)I'm already plotting the Cthullu's that'll go their child's way.
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Date: 2004-02-09 08:49 am (UTC)Congratulations! How is [your wife, whose name I do know but don't want to say here as you pointedly avoided it] feeling? And you?
Even more reason for you to look at the preliminary Boskone schedule and then pick a time for dinner--we'll treat. But it is a busy day for restaurants so we *need* reservations.
Nag nag nag.
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Date: 2004-02-09 09:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-09 12:36 pm (UTC)Well, congrats and best of luck at it!