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Menelaos describes in the Odyssey how Helen walked around the wooden horse, patting it, and imitating the wives of the Achaians after she tells a story about how helpful she'd been to him when Odysseus slipped into Troy in disguise.

I was discussing how difficult making this cartoon was with my husband, because my parents' marriage wasn't like this and neither was his parents' marriage.  Bob had to even give me pointers on nagging (when I asked him if he'd like to be "nagged" about something to remind him) - and I've already forgotten them.  If it weren't for television sitcoms, we'd be totally lost.

I Take It All Back

Former Post: This weekend I got a message on my Facebook account from someone who thought he remembered me from many years ago. I replied, jovially, that if he was the one who had us over for dinner and got all stressed out by it, then we did know each other. I was sincerely glad he looked me up. No, really. I haven't heard from him since. He didn't friend me or reply. So I think it's only fair that I post these records of the event mentioned above, which was a lot of fun ... for the guests anyway. I have our version and his version. The truth, if such a thing exists, is somewhere in between. You figure it out.
New Post: He was just really busy, in and out of town. Claims to have found one of my cartoons. Hmmm, I wonder which one, eh? eh?
Moral: Friend me. Friend me right away, or else!
New Moral: Maybe not everyone checks their Facebook account 20 times a day.

Doin' the Dishes: The Beginning

These things always start somewhere. My mother recounted to me how her mother and her mother-in-law behaved when they were both visiting at the same time and offered to do the dishes. No, really. Would I lie to you?

Son of Doin' the Dishes (Part the Third)

All true; all factual. Relationships with our siblings just don't get any worse than this ... without the actual shedding of blood. Inside some of us, the younger siblings, there is a well of anger and frustration just waiting to get out. Unfortunately, some of us don't get to release that and we wind up punching refrigerators because our mothers informed us that our older siblings, as large as they might be, have little feelings that are easily hurt. We have to "make nice." This will serve us well (?) in our future where we will run into this same type of relationship again and again and again. To be fair, it is because I look for these people. It's a relationship I am comfortable in. Phew! How sick is that!?

Doin' the Dishes Part 2

I can't tell you how many times this was enacted. The only over-the-top part is where my sister grabs me by the throat. She never did that. Otherwise ...

Oh, here's another

I hope this one can be read. This is the transcription of an actual event. I was appearing the "The Mousetrap" with a group of experienced repertory people. My character was stuck in a scene where I had nothing to do or say for what seemed like twenty minutes. At that point I had a one-word line to justify my presence on stage. I spent most of that time going over that one word to make sure I didn't screw it up, which I have been known to do, only to hear that one word delivered by someone else (who was supposed to say something along the line of "But that's crazy!"). What to do?! What to do?!
Years later one of the other performers was doing a crossword puzzle and came across a clue for a six-letter word for "nonsense" that had a "p" and an "f" in it. Up until then, she thought I'd made the word up.
Hey, I'm not that good!

Cartoon

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