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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)!
12:19 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
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...
4:52 AM
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...
6:06 AM
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.
8:21 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
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...
8:59 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
oh and Robyn? That's ok we don't mind our cheesecake arriving in Tupperware. Perfectly acceptable, thanks.
8:59 AM
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?
11:13 AM
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