The Mystery Cave Tour Guide
So.... I headed out to one of my favorite oldest sister's (okay so she is only my friend, but I like to pretend) b-day party. On the way, I begrudgingly avoided all the distractions that captured my interest. I pointedly drove straight to my destination to look up my favorite farrier to hit on... urrrr... ummm.. I mean hopefully I could tactfully avoid the inerest of town gentlemen. On the way I noticed a sign, a blue one, one that typically points out gas, food, etc. this way. This sign stated peaceful praire farm this way. Peaceful praire farm!!!!!!!! I just past fifty of them, what was so special about this one!!!!! Do they not have anything more interesting to point out, and thus tried to put up signs so that the town sounded as if it had something of interest? Alas, I had a journey to make so I kept on driving and arrived at the favorite oldest sister's house.
I might add this was the best b-day party I ever attended for I received presents and not the other way around.!the favorite oldest sister paid for her companions tickets to the Mystery Cave, which I might add wasn't really a Mystery seeing as it was obviously a cave, duh!!!! Any how, we waited around in the heat of summer waiting for our faithful guide. Finally the guide arrived. He was young, hansome, good with words (a sure sign to run), funny, and quite pleasant! So the guide showed us around speaking humbly, joking around, and showing himself every bit the fine specimens of man kind. Graciously, I bowed down and was quiet offering this wounderful guide to the younger sisters. After all, my last experience with men in this area showed rather bizzare prospects, so this one was indeed a rare one to come by! So I graciously provided head way for the other sisters. I might add I almost gave up the offer because the younger sisters were slow to act. Great job acting lack of interest and thus providing the tour guide the opportunity to partake in the chase. On and on we went through the cave without the silly tour guide showig any interest in chasing any of us, with the exception of his charm and a few looks and smiles pointed in the middle child's direction. At last the middle child gave up her act and pointedly took over conversation with teh tour guide on the way out, pullig off a grand performance. As the tour was over, I stopped at the bridge hopig to prolong her chances. I then pretended interest int eh guides job and rocks... yuck.... to hold his interest and keep him around. Int eh last five minutes at teh romantic bridge, the guide informs us all that he is from another state, and...........................................................................................................................................................
has a girl friend. Why of course, why hadn't we thought of that! After all, men are like parking spaces, all the good ones and taken and the rest are handicapped, where were our heads!!!!!!!!
Happy 5th of July all!!!!!! I apologize for my head is fuzzy as I worked 16 hours on teh 3rd and 4th, so now I want to celebrate the 5th, adn why not!!!!!!! Happy 5th everyone!!!!
I might add this was the best b-day party I ever attended for I received presents and not the other way around.!the favorite oldest sister paid for her companions tickets to the Mystery Cave, which I might add wasn't really a Mystery seeing as it was obviously a cave, duh!!!! Any how, we waited around in the heat of summer waiting for our faithful guide. Finally the guide arrived. He was young, hansome, good with words (a sure sign to run), funny, and quite pleasant! So the guide showed us around speaking humbly, joking around, and showing himself every bit the fine specimens of man kind. Graciously, I bowed down and was quiet offering this wounderful guide to the younger sisters. After all, my last experience with men in this area showed rather bizzare prospects, so this one was indeed a rare one to come by! So I graciously provided head way for the other sisters. I might add I almost gave up the offer because the younger sisters were slow to act. Great job acting lack of interest and thus providing the tour guide the opportunity to partake in the chase. On and on we went through the cave without the silly tour guide showig any interest in chasing any of us, with the exception of his charm and a few looks and smiles pointed in the middle child's direction. At last the middle child gave up her act and pointedly took over conversation with teh tour guide on the way out, pullig off a grand performance. As the tour was over, I stopped at the bridge hopig to prolong her chances. I then pretended interest int eh guides job and rocks... yuck.... to hold his interest and keep him around. Int eh last five minutes at teh romantic bridge, the guide informs us all that he is from another state, and...........................................................................................................................................................
has a girl friend. Why of course, why hadn't we thought of that! After all, men are like parking spaces, all the good ones and taken and the rest are handicapped, where were our heads!!!!!!!!
Happy 5th of July all!!!!!! I apologize for my head is fuzzy as I worked 16 hours on teh 3rd and 4th, so now I want to celebrate the 5th, adn why not!!!!!!! Happy 5th everyone!!!!
posted by Nell, your friendly Red Wing Corrections Officer @ 8:21 AM
3 Comments:
At 6:11 PM,
Newsy said…
Beautifuly put. It was worth waiting for. We are so glad you wrote about it. And how true about the men and parking spaces. Guess we will have to start early in the morning for a better parking space...
At 8:43 AM,
Nell, your friendly Red Wing Corrections Officer said…
Hmmmmm... that is a thought, I never thought of it, but I fear it is aleady late, I am an old hag.... and must leave my car unparked or settle for handicapped!
At 8:15 AM,
Maggi said…
Good grief, ALL of you except for the Lovely Oldest Sister are YOUNGER than I am, and I found a wonderful man.
We've been dating since November, and I KNEW I was getting to be an old maid, I mean, I went to Bridal, I mean Bible college, and everyone who goes to Bible college gets married. (Hmm, now that I think of it, five of my closest friends from college graduated single and only one is married and one is seriously dating.) But anyway, all men are not terrible. I thought I certainly wouldn't have a chance in a rural town in ND with a Population of 114. So. That's my two cents' worth.
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