“So It’s All a Game to You?”
Happy belated Solstice!
In the past we’ve pulled the holiday week prompt phrases from various carols, and Twas the Night Before Christmas. This year we mined two of our favorite seasonally appropriate movies, Die Hard and Elf. They make for entertaining yet uneasy bedfellows. Please to enjoy.
- candy, candy canes, candy corns, and syrup
- cotton-headed ninny muggins
- I’d rather be in Philadelphia
- Smiling’s my favorite
- Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!
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“So it’s all just a game to you?” I said. “That actually explains a lot.”
While Fleur and I glared at each other, Isolde ignored us and began searching through the galley’s cupboards. “I’m having pregnancy cravings,” she declared. “I must have candy, candy canes, candy corns, and syrup, all in a bowl.”
“Just remember not to use that spoon,” I said, pointing to the one I had befouled earlier.
“No worries,” she said. “I’m pregnant, not a cotton-headed ninny muggins.”
“If you two are quite through flirting,” Fleur huffed, “we need to do our own plotting before we reach our destination.”
“I’d rather be in Pittburghistan with Harry than on that wretched island you’re taking us to. Hell, I’d rather be in Philadelphiastan with Daddy,” Isolde whined. She spooned up a huge gooey helping of diabetes and shoved it into her mouth.
Smiling’s my favorite way to disarm my wife. She just doesn’t know what to make of it. I did it now, my most innocent, guileless grin.
Fleur’s blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. “I know you’re up to something, but whatever it is will not thwart Operation Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!”
I had heard of Operation Yippee-ki-yay back in my Academy days. It was a sort of urban legend, something so outlandish no one thought it could actually be real. But now I had confirmation that it was, straight from my own wife’s lips.
Unless she was lying.
bonus points for using them in order