anyway. stories. grae's instructed me to come up with a few for this afternoon. the girlies three love my stories. can't go to sleep without them, in fact. and, now? a few of the little lovelies in girls on the run can't run laps without them.
last week, i told a few of my best as we ran. like the one about a three-year old lillie asking in a very hushed church in a very non-hushed yelly question voice if the little boy in the next pew was an ass. over and over again. no matter how hard i covered her mouth. and no matter how many times i hisspered that jesus was going to come down off of that cross and get her if she didn't stop it.
i panicked. i mean, the little guy was wearing one of those helmets to reshape his head, for god's sake. lillie was making his grandmother cry. and also? he was, like, two. surely he wasn't an ass yet?
so the story ends with me dragging lill from mass. shooting the family an apologetic smile which i was hoping conveyed the message don't worry. you'll never see her again. and i'm sure she's wrong. he's not an ass. at all. probably.
it was then i spied the superman s sticker on his helmet. an ess! not an ass!
and we all lived happily ever after. as soon as i explained to lill that jesus wouldn't jump down off the cross and get her. unless she talked in church. the end.
well. our little running buddy had her own story to tell in response to mine. it involved the words sweet jesus and angels among us and christianly plus even a rabid dog and a lightning strike.
grae asked me not to swear or talk about jesus today. i will work on this.
shel silverstein and a shot from edward gorey's house. both found here, i think. if i'm wrong, it won't be a wasted trip. the site is genius.