I've been banished (I hope only temporarily...)
I THOUGHT I was being a good vampire. But apparently my tall, handsome, brooding, bloodthirsty presence alone is enough to scare the *&%$#!%$%* bejesus out of Val when she comes up to the third floor to quilt. Is it MY fault I am left alone all day and just want some company? I haven't been to a playdate or a party in WEEKS. It's not like I bit her or anything. I didn't even nip her! Oh Christ, NOW I sound like the dog. What's next, the shelter? From the corner to the shelter? Have I NO dignity left?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
"None of the boys in town your type, eh?" - Charlie, Twilight, ch.14, p.296
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
"Mine is bigger." - Renesmee, Breaking Dawn, ch. 27, p.538
So I FINALLY made it to a playdate (but I would have anyway since this one was at BB's house.) I hear the lemon bars were divine, but the children looked even tastier. The mothers aren't so discriminating, though...this one tried to pawn her child off on me. She even made a joke about the child saying, "Daddy!" but come on, we both know my magic vampire penis would have killed this mere mortal. Plus, I wouldn't be interested because she doesn't smell like bacon, er, Bella.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
"I’d forgotten how exuberant you are." - Alice, New Moon, ch. 17, p.383
Friday, May 15, 2009
"I was rather under the impression that you’d promised to ask my permission to go to some kind of werewolf soirĂ©e tonight."
Thursday, May 14, 2009
"Bella, the last real birthday any of us had was Emmett in 1935. " - Edward, New Moon, ch. 1, p.23
Monday, May 11, 2009
"Go sit down and look pale." - Edward, Twilight, ch. 5, p.101
My dear Amy, I am so sorry you're sick. If it makes you feel any better, I am not going to playgroup either. All those delicious children at the Toy Lending Library would be just too tempting. Plus, it's raining again.
And Paula, love, welcome home from Jamaica. I missed you. (And you can tell your friend Matt that we don't NEED to shower; vampires don't stink. Ever.)
(Also, remember all those ads in the 80s? "Come back to Jamaica..."? Bad vampires. We Cullens kicked their butts, and now Jamaica is safe for the lovely likes of you (and that human husband of yours.)) I hope you had a lovely time.
And Paula, love, welcome home from Jamaica. I missed you. (And you can tell your friend Matt that we don't NEED to shower; vampires don't stink. Ever.)
(Also, remember all those ads in the 80s? "Come back to Jamaica..."? Bad vampires. We Cullens kicked their butts, and now Jamaica is safe for the lovely likes of you (and that human husband of yours.)) I hope you had a lovely time.
Friday, May 8, 2009
"Do I dazzle you?" Edward, Twilight, ch. 8, p.168
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
"No blood, no foul." - Edward, Twilight, ch. 3, p.61
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
"Apparently there’s nothing interesting for you to do at night besides study." - Emmett, Breaking Dawn, ch. 25, p.491
Anyway, it was a long and lonely morning yesterday for one certain Flat Boy, without me and the babies. But I certainly didn't expect to come home to this shocking sight:
"Edward, love," I gently explained. "You're BETTER than Harry Potter. A bajillion times better. I mean, yes, he's smart and he's a wizard, and he does have Ginny, but, darling E, YOU have millions of thirteen-year-old girls and their (mumblemumble pathetic, sad losermumble) mothers in thrall to you."
He fixed me with a stony glare. (Ha! See how I did that?)
"WHAT," he growled, "was that middle part?"
I blushed, knowing he was watching the blood flow from my neck up to my hairline. "Erm, nothing. Nothing at all!" I insisted. "Not a thing! Just, um, clearing my throat!" Then I straightened his cape and said brightly, "I know! Why don't I go get my eyeliner and I'll draw a scar on you?"
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Why do I feel compelled to have Flat E speak in a snotty French accent a la Inspector Clouseau? Because, no doubt, Edward speaks impeccable French, with a perfect Parisian accent.
"Edward, love," I gently explained. "You're BETTER than Harry Potter. A bajillion times better. I mean, yes, he's smart and he's a wizard, and he does have Ginny, but, darling E, YOU have millions of thirteen-year-old girls and their (mumblemumble pathetic, sad losermumble) mothers in thrall to you."
He fixed me with a stony glare. (Ha! See how I did that?)
"WHAT," he growled, "was that middle part?"
I blushed, knowing he was watching the blood flow from my neck up to my hairline. "Erm, nothing. Nothing at all!" I insisted. "Not a thing! Just, um, clearing my throat!" Then I straightened his cape and said brightly, "I know! Why don't I go get my eyeliner and I'll draw a scar on you?"
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Why do I feel compelled to have Flat E speak in a snotty French accent a la Inspector Clouseau? Because, no doubt, Edward speaks impeccable French, with a perfect Parisian accent.
Monday, May 4, 2009
"I was undeniably a nightmare, a monster of the grisliest kind." - Jasper, Eclipse, ch. 13. p. 300
Edward is very disappointed that the pouring rain - while perfect for real-life vampires- precludes cardboard cutouts from venturing out. It means he will not be accompanying us to playdate. He is going to have to stay home where it's warm and dry, and -- knit?
Hey, a bored vampire's gotta do what a bored vampire's gotta do.
Plus, that scarf may never be finished if it's up to me...it's certainly in the Cullen color palette...don't laugh, he may only be a cardboard vampire, but he's got feelings too, you know.
Hey, a bored vampire's gotta do what a bored vampire's gotta do.
Plus, that scarf may never be finished if it's up to me...it's certainly in the Cullen color palette...don't laugh, he may only be a cardboard vampire, but he's got feelings too, you know.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
"I'm not running anywhere." - Bella, Twilight, ch. 16, p. 40
"You want me to do WHAT? You want me to go out in that sunlight and sparkle all over the place and dazzle your friends, just so we can watch people RUNNING? For FUN? Nah-uh. I don't think so. You go. Go on. Maybe if it gets rainy, I'll come out later and catch up with you. Yeah, go, enjoy your mimosas. Besides, if *I* could have gotten into the marathon I'd have beaten them all, even those Kenyans. It's hard for me to get too worked up, I mean, c'mon, a 7:30 mile? That's soooooo slow. 'As if they could outrun ME!'"
Saturday, May 2, 2009
"Badly...as in, I become the meal." - Bella Swan
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