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Monday Melee

1. The Misanthropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate.
I hate how we sometimes try to make other people look small in order to make ourselves look bigger.

2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.
The Nigerian widow with cancer who wants me to spot her some cash.

3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.
My horn lessons are almost a one-hour drive from home, which mean it takes two hours to make the trip. Sigh.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
Daughter #1 for jumping feet first on the rowing team. Daughter #2 for making the honor roll.

5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.
I make really really good cheesecake, and I share it.

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.
I wish we could get a mulligan with the Middle East.

Here's credit to Fracas for this fill-in-the-blanker.

Comments

dive said…
Mmmm … Cheesecake …
I don't suppose it would keep too well if you were to post some to me, would it?
Well, I'm now off on my three and a half hour trip in to work (an hour each way for your horn lesson? I am so jealous)!
Come on then Robyn, recipe for that cheesecake please?

Erm, largely, i work from home. Sorry, both! May change soon though i'm looking for permanent...
GG said…
Great answers, Robyn.
How do you pass the time during your two-hour trip in the car?
Um, I think the public might be wanting to know your cheesecake recipe. Unless it's a family secret and you can't give it out...
Scout said…
If I could ship cheesecake, I would see that each get a full serving. I will post my favorite recipe later today.

I am spoiled when it comes to commuting--I know what that's like because I used to commute to work years ago, but never to the extent that you do, Dive.

And how do I pass the time in my car? On the way there: sometimes I sing to myself, I listen to horn CDs, I occasionally talk on the phone (which is bad, but I can multitask), and I fret about my lessons. On the way home: I listen to Fresh Air on NPR, sometimes I talk on the phone, and I fret about my lessons.
I always sing in the car too Robyn and my voice sounds so much better there. Why is that? Talking on the phone is ok with a hands-free kit here in the UK but no holding the hand set at all. Big fines now.

I find time in the car is good for planning too. I used to keep a dictaphone because all the best ideas happened there. Must do that again...
oh and Robyn? That's ok we don't mind our cheesecake arriving in Tupperware. Perfectly acceptable, thanks.
Sassy Sundry said…
That's great. I like your wish and your observations.

It would be nice if we didn't make people look small in order to make ourselves look big, wouldn't it?

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