Life has been quiet lately.
About the most exciting thing we’ve done is to discover Hercule Poirot on Netflix. And with twelve seasons to watch, we’ve been giving it our best attention.
. . . Too much maybe?
The other day I was deep in calculations for a project when Man-Wonder came in and wanted to know what I was doing (mostly because I was being quiet and he was getting nervous). I taped the side of my head and said, “Mon ami—it is the brain, the little gray cells, on which one must rely.”
He made a fast exit. Which I liked. So I was thinking about the next time he annoys me. Which won’t be long. Given that the long, dark, cold-rain seasons are upon us—which means we will be hanging about in each other’s space waaaayyy too often—I’ve decided to have a few more quotes in my ‘Ready Aim Fire’ arsenal.
Like when he really, really pisses me off I’m going to tap the side of my nose and say,’ “I enrage myself with an imbecile. I say, ‘I would like to kick him.’ Instead I kick the table. I say, ‘This table, it is the imbecile, I kick him so.” ‘
Or when he acts like a goon I’ll be ready with,
‘ “Eh bien, you are crazy, or appear crazy, or you think you are crazy, and possibly you may be crazy.” ‘
Or, when I do something daft (yeah, it does happen), I shall simply say, ‘ “I demand of you a thousand pardons, monsieur.” ‘
So let it rain, let it hail, let it snow, this chickie is armed and dangerous, thanks to one little egg-headed Belgium detective.
I wonder if it’s time to find another show to OD on. . .?