The Supper
Chapter 2: The Seating
My wife, Jesster, is all a-flurry in the kitchen. "Honey... can I help you with anything??" I inquirely exclaim in a kitchenly direction. "No my sweet, see that the guests are comfortably seated soon!" is the reply. I encouragingly yet mildly ominously whisper, "She will soon be out with the tater tot and cheese fondue, so we best be at our stations shortly. Young Moo, see that Ms. Hillster acquires seating by way of your gentlemanly assistance." Young Moo quickly flips through his vast array of "well duh" faces and finds one most fitting for the moment. Then gives it to me. Moo then walks up behind Ms. Hillster and with the skill of a seasoned biker, frees her from the train, "Dude, these come with a quick release now, we really need to get you caught up with the latest in wedding technology, yer kinda dated old man." I'm dumbfounded and quietly find my own chair. "Yo, Hills, grab a chair and get ready for the show!" knowingly giggle-snickers MooCow.
I give a meek reply, "Um, Moo, we didn't really plan any entertainment really.. other than the fine company of one another." I'm hoping the evening won't be in shambles as I begin to have fears that I am woefully ill-prepared for this evening. Ms. Hillster gracefully swooshes into the chair next to Moo and winks, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, hon."
My beloved Jesster strides into the room. An enormous bubbling vat of cheese in one hand and a most righteous mound of tater tots on a silver tray in the other. I am in awe of her culinary fortitude and herculean strength. Her eyes meet mine with a slightly mournful look and she smiles and states quietly, "It's ready." And with this she gently rests the meal upon our table. She removes her emaculate white apron to reveal a red housedress, as is the latest style, and sits next to me.
Chapter 3: The Meal
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My wife, Jesster, is all a-flurry in the kitchen. "Honey... can I help you with anything??" I inquirely exclaim in a kitchenly direction. "No my sweet, see that the guests are comfortably seated soon!" is the reply. I encouragingly yet mildly ominously whisper, "She will soon be out with the tater tot and cheese fondue, so we best be at our stations shortly. Young Moo, see that Ms. Hillster acquires seating by way of your gentlemanly assistance." Young Moo quickly flips through his vast array of "well duh" faces and finds one most fitting for the moment. Then gives it to me. Moo then walks up behind Ms. Hillster and with the skill of a seasoned biker, frees her from the train, "Dude, these come with a quick release now, we really need to get you caught up with the latest in wedding technology, yer kinda dated old man." I'm dumbfounded and quietly find my own chair. "Yo, Hills, grab a chair and get ready for the show!" knowingly giggle-snickers MooCow.
I give a meek reply, "Um, Moo, we didn't really plan any entertainment really.. other than the fine company of one another." I'm hoping the evening won't be in shambles as I begin to have fears that I am woefully ill-prepared for this evening. Ms. Hillster gracefully swooshes into the chair next to Moo and winks, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, hon."
My beloved Jesster strides into the room. An enormous bubbling vat of cheese in one hand and a most righteous mound of tater tots on a silver tray in the other. I am in awe of her culinary fortitude and herculean strength. Her eyes meet mine with a slightly mournful look and she smiles and states quietly, "It's ready." And with this she gently rests the meal upon our table. She removes her emaculate white apron to reveal a red housedress, as is the latest style, and sits next to me.
Chapter 3: The Meal
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