My dear Reader, I feel inclined to share my tale of chivy with you....
I have thus been reading Charlotte Bronte's novel Jane Eyre and as I have an inclination to do, I poured myself into the novel, becoming too intertwined with one, Jane Eyre.
Thus when my dashing Mr. Rochester arrived home from work, I was in such a disposition to receive interminable love, affection, attention and doting from my master.
He, on the other hand, was fatigued from his long work day. He was long past doting and doing anything but cleansing himself from the mire of his work with a long, soothing shower.
My Mr. Rochester entered the sanctuary of our washroom where he was greeted by the ingenious artwork entitled "half a tube of toothpaste on the bathroom mirror" painted by young Master Tate.
He balked at the newly painted masterpiece and cried out in choler as to why Mater Tate should be allowed to utilize our washroom and toothpaste to contemplate on the artistic things of the world.
In doing so poor Mr. Rochester spilled a whole cup of Q-tips on the floor.
I, sensing his displeasure, made a mental note to fire the maid and governess for their lack of attention to the "creative" outbursts of Master Tate. Mr. Rochester should never behold such a spectacle upon retiring to the washroom for a steamy shower.
Nevertheless, Reader, I bid you to come with me into my thoughts as I watched poor Mr. Rochester ceremoniously cleaning up the Q-tips.
Thought I; Phooey with the Q-tips. Come hug me, love me, behold my presence! Am I not more consequential than Q-tips?
"Leave yonder Q-tips, and come to me dear husband!" I called.
"I am cleaning up my mess." Mr. Rochester replied.
"Come Now, forget the Q-tips which do easily beset you, come to me, I shall have the maid clean them up later!!" I replied.
"I am Cleaning Up My Mess." Mr. Rochester replied with brevity.
"Oh, dear me, am I lowlier than a Q-tip in thine eyes?" I called as tears stained my eyes.
I am Jane Eyre, love me Mr. Rochester!
Reader, I shall not be reading romantic love stories, no matter how classic, for a long while. I am too emotionally involved in them.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VITTORIA!!!!!
3 years ago
8 comments:
i LOVE this post! i too was slightly obsessed with Jane Eyre the week it took me to read her...SO GOOD! i think we were all born in the wrong century :)...keep me laughin' i love it!
Mandy you are hilarious!! I love reading your posts!
That was so dang funny, I laughed my head off!!
Ha ha ha!!!
I love it! That's so funny! I am the same way, I can't read them too often! But they sure are fun!
ROLF! I love it! That is so funny! Maybe I better read Jane Eyre. he he he I know that Jeff would be greatly pleased!
LOL!
*Very* good, Sis!
Loved it!
Dearest Mandy, I did so enjoy your last venture at scribing your tales of love and matters, though it hast been a fortnight from their publication that mine eyes should behold them.
I fear that the Mrs. of the Estate of David doth often repose herself to the querying of literature to which she also becomes consumed. Upon entering my chambers, i find that the young lad hast been ranting about depositing kitchenware, bloomers and whatever else his hands may grasp in any which place other than their rightly home. I enter to find the lady of the house with a fictional volume in hand and a finger of the other hand in the mouth with her teeth grazing at the fingernail being consumed with the vision carved from the pages.
Even the eve of last night she stayed restless in the pursuit of vampirous lovetales!
I, since, have taken upon myself the deed of searching such volumes that perhaps the lad may prove a cheery disposition toward this literature and that he may be instructed in the ways of chivalry, scholarship and of being a loyal subject and ruler through such tales.
Alas, this seemeth yet another matter that may be deemed as much a vice and it may be deemed a virtue!
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