Guessing Game

Who said what?

After he rolls his chair back from the computer, he stands up and stretches loudly saying, "Those two chapters I just wrote? They are the work of a literary genius."

While alone in the truck, without his brothers listening, he says, " Well, I've talked to her dad now. He wanted to meet me. I think he likes me."

As he looks at a photo of the three of them I've enlarged to an 8 x 10, he says "I look hot in this shot, don't I?"

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Tonight Drew and I were sitting at the table doing our homework while Max hogged the computer.

"I'm worried I won't have my assignment done," I moan.

"What do you have to do?" Drew asks.

"Write something. It should be about three pages."

"What's your topic?"

"Anything. Doesn't matter. I haven't got ideas. I'm screwed."

"When do you have to have it done by?"

"Friday night. And I'm going to see Fiddler on the Roof tomorrow night, so I have to start and finish it tonight. "

"Leaving things to the last minute, mom?"

"Something like that..."

"I had to write something at school. A 'How To' thing. I wrote how to have cereal for breakfast. The teacher laughed. Maybe you want to do something like that. Like, uh, what kind of store would you like to have? A craft store? Write about your dream store."

And with that looked after, he went back to his studying. Typical man. Problem solver.

But what if I don't want to write about my dream store?

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Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Memories

2. Flat bottom purses

3. The moon

That's all I've got for today. Unless another idea jumps up and bites me on the ass, I guess I'm going to fill up three pages on owning my dream store. Hmmm. Dream Store. The Store of Dreams... A place where you can buy dreams...Fantasy dreams? (Nah, that's too much like Fantasy Island - a place where all your dreams come true... boss, boss da plane has landed... shudder.) How about a dream store where one can purchase actual dreams to insert into their subconscious when they sleep? Would there be a market for that? Would someone pay money to have a good dream? Not a dirty, messy - uh sexy dream, but a happily-ever-after-Fiona-gets-her-low-maintenance-prince-dream? Would I pay, say, $5 for a dream that causes me to smile in my sleep and allows me to wake up with a warm fuzzy about the night before?

Dream Store...

Maybe.

If I use a big font and double space it and leave huge margins all the way around and do a Word Art title at the top, maybe I could fill three pages.