[thenightwriterblog] The Night-Women: Chat room

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Chat room
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   We (Rev. Mother, MD, and I) have decided to live co-blog.
   RM: Do you have any chocolate left?
   MD: None that you can have.
   RM: Why am I asking you? I got chocolate for Mother's Day!
   MD: Do you have any chocolate that I can have?
   RM takes computer because she types faster than the other two put
   together.
   MD: I need to paint my nails.
   RM: Why?
   MD: Cause they're naked.
   TL: LOL
   MD: You have a fleur de lis on your butt.
   TL: Thanks.
   MD: Look, my legs are the same color as the sheet.
   TL: You have to put exclamation points there.
   RM: No I don't.
   TL: Yes, you do.
   RM: Hey! No co-typing.
   MD: So today we were going to go to Target and buy a wading pool. One
   of those little toddler pools.
   TL: Yeah, it was so hot.
   DM: But we didn't, it was kind of anticlimactic.
   MD leaves the chat room to go wash her hands so she can paint her
   nails.
   MD: I'm back, what color? Tropical Punch. ChaChing Cherry. Las Vegas
   Strip Poker. (RM looks askance) Taupe-less Showgirls. Opus in Amber.
   Symphony in Gold. Malaysian Mist. Dinner for Two. Love Letter. Osaka
   to me Orange. Arctic Glacier. Vintage. I'm not Really a Waitress. Mrs.
   O'Leary's Barbecue. And Plum.
   General laughter.
   MD: What do you think?
   RM: mmmm, what are you going to wear?
   MD: I don't know.
   RM: That red one, that shiny red one.
   MD: I just did that one.
   RM: Don't do orange, it's ugly.
   TL & MD: It is not!
   MD: It goes with my shirt.
   MD: How about Tropical Punch. It's pretty, it's summery.
   TL: Can you drink it?
   MD: No, but you can try.
   MD: I bet Dad never asks us to blog again.
   LOL
   TL: More like never lets us.
   OHHHH, we should talk about Judy who's getting married in the salon.
   TL: What about her?
   MD: Uh..she's getting married in the salon
   MD: Are you going to ask me some questions so it's more like a
   discussion, instead of a monologue?
   RM: Where's the reception?
   MD: At the salon. I get to be the cake server!
   RM: That sounds like a very inexpensive way to get married. I mean,
   she's not paying any rental on the 'hall' right?
   MD: Not that I know of.
   TL: She's crazy.
   MD: Yeah, she kind of is. No, she's eccentric.
   RM: I think you should consider getting married there.
   MD: I'd get the employee discount! Her wedding's on Saturday.
   RM: How old is she?
   MD: In her early sixties. This is her second marriage.
   RM: How old is the groom?
   MD: I think they're about the same age. It was his idea.
   RM: Really?
   MD: Yeah, Judy and Frank were out to dinner with Judy's friend Evelyn,
   and they were talking about where they could get married on short
   notice, and Frank said, "Why not the beauty shop"?
   RM: So, I assume they're not having a sit down dinner.
   MD: No, champaigne and cake and choc. dipped strawberries. The shampoo
   bowls are going to be filled with ice and they are going to be the
   coolers for the champaigne bottles. And my boss bought 30 yards of
   tulle to hang from the ceiling and drape everywhere. We're also going
   to have entertainment.
   TL: So, are you going to be the entertainment?
   MD: Not this time.
   RM: What's the entertainment?
   MD: It's this lady who the bride knows who's a professional jazz
   singer and she's bringing along a piano player.
   RM: And a piano?
   MD: Yeah.
   TL: I think my bruise is fading.
   RM: Do you want us to fix that for you?
   TL: Not really.
   RM: I'm hungry.
   MD: Yeah, me too, I want ice cream.
   TL: Let's go to DQ.
   RM: No.
   MD: I want cake.
   MD: And how much did you pay for the rock and roll t-shirt/that proves
   you were there, that you heard of them first?
   RM looks confused
   MD: That's cake.
   TL: Cake should be capitalized in that area.
   RM: You're right.
   RM leaves the room to get a snack.
   MD: Well, that was fun. Join us next time for the wild and crazy
   randomness of the Night-Women.
   TL: Ciao for now!