My Fancy Book Club
I have talked about my book club before. It makes me feel smart. We recently discussed The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse. (If you want to see a picture of it, go to Amazon. This isn’t a book review or an sly attempt to make money. I simply read this book for myself. Brain exercise. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as P90X.)
Sarah made fondue. And her yummy biscotti. Don’t you think she should give me the recipe so that I can post it for all of you to make? Just kidding. But seriously, I think she should do a photo shoot of the making of biscotti on her blog, much like the cookies she just made.
She had a real Christmas tree. I was in heaven.
Don’t they look smart?
But here is where the fun began. We played Telephone Pictionary. The idea is that you have index cards on a ring, one card for each person playing the game. The first person writes a common phrase (my phrase was common, though slightly crude—but I do live with boys). You then pass the bound cards to the person beside you who draws a picture on the next card of your delightful phrase. For example, here is my phrase:
Mary, who was sitting next to me, then drew the phrase. This is her artistic rendering of my phrase:
Now the person after Mary, SARAH, could only look at this picture and come up with her own phrase:
And from this point on, the phrase and drawings got further and further away from my original idea.
Thanks, Michelle. I thought for sure my own sister would understand my phrase!
So Sarah (yes, we have two) wrote this (see how she is laughing?!)
And the rest . . .
That poor poor donkey.
If you need some new one-liners, I encourage you to read The Code of the Woosters. Let me give you a few . . .
- If you are going to drink coffee—I am going to imbibe about a fluid ounce of the hot and strengthening.
- There is good in the worst of us.
- She, it appeared, did not take tea, being on a diet.
- When someone is singing you could comment on their voice as follows: ___________’s timbre, reminding the hearer partly of an escape of gas from a gas pipe and partly of a sheep calling to its young in the lambing season.
- One so frequently finds in girls a disinclination to stick to the important subject.
- I’m so happy, I could bite a grape!
- He gave me a look, a kind of wide-eyed, reproachful look, such as a dying newt might have given him, if he had forgotten to change its water regularly.
- If you aren’t particularly fond of the way someone laughs, then think in YOUR HEAD, “Wow! he/she snorted like a bison at the water trough.”
- If someone looks surprised you can
say that they look like a bewildered halibut.
Next time I share about book club it will be about The Count of the Monte Cristo. Until then . . .