(It would have to be a hoodie, because we are living in the 21st century and I couldn’t see myself coming to you wearing a red cloak).
Betta – are you still laid up in the Chicago dorms? Three days is too long to languish on your own.
This post is for you, my little sister who has a bad cold.
Pretend like I am Little Red Ridding Hoodie, k?
Knock. Knock.
“Bette! Tis I, your sis, LRRH!” (you know what that stands for, I am getting tired of typing that all out, it is late.)
You would say “Sniffle, Sniffle” and look at me with sad, puffy eyes.
I would say, “Ohhhh! You poor thing!”
And that would make you feel a little better. But only a tad.
I would bring you goodies in a basket. Not homemade bread and a pot of butter do I bring. No sir! I have got all three High School Musical DVDs, a Boden catalog, Little Dorrit (the book and the DVDs), some of those awesome tissues that have lotion in them, finger nail polish, and holy cow, how did our other sister Brynn get in here?!
(My basket is like Marry Poppins’ carpet bag, cool huh? – this is MY version of the fairy tale people, so I don’t want to hear any protests).
Out pops Brynn Zimmer!
Now those puffy eyes are looking brighter.
Brynn says, “I also saw some salsa rosata in the bottom of the basket” and she whips that out.
Now everyone is starting to feel very good (including me!) and those eyes of yours are getting brighter still.
And soon our tummies are full of heavenly pasta and salsa rosata.
You say, “How about a little Aurthur Clennam?”
And then we settle down to watch our favorite hero be darling. And in your heart you wonder to yourself, “Where is MY Aurthur Clennam? I know if he knew that I was laying here on the maroon nasty sofa in a crummy dorm room he would be here with me. I could tell Little Red Ridding Hoodie she wasn’t needed and he could take care of me!”
Wouldn’t that be nice?
If I had a magic bag I’d pull your prince charming out for you, Bettsky.
I really would.
But till then I send you the other wish of my heart –
May you get well soon and get back to doing this…
Because we all love it when you do what you do.
You do it so very well!
P.S. Bette, I wrote the scene where you wipe a certain movie star’s brow. Should I send it to ya? Let me know if you want it while you are wasting away with that darn cold. Wink, wink.
July 9th, 2009 at 9:57 pm
Oh, Eliza Julia Dawson! That made me SO incredibly happy! I giggled and laughed and am grinning ear to ear. Oh, how I wish you and Brynn could come with your magic bag of the greatest goodies! Who needs Prince Charming when I got my sistahs?! And you bettah believe I wanna read that scene where I wipe HJ’s brow! I think that could be enough to get me well. 🙂
Suddenly being stuck in the crummy dorm for three days is all worth it. Thank you, thank you, thank you, my great sister! I love you oh so very much!
July 10th, 2009 at 10:25 pm
Babushka! I had no idea you’ve been ill and wasting away in a dorm room on a nasty maroon couch. I didn’t even know there was a nasty maroon couch. What a drag.
Liza, I love your Little Red Riding Hoodie scenario. I wonder how it would feel, being pulled out of a magic carpet bag/basket thing-ee like that. I bet it would be sweet. And the only thing I would add is after poundin’ down some salsa rosata, I would say, “Hey, Liza – what’s this in your magic carpet bag/basket thing-ee?” And then you’d pull out three coconut bobas. And I’d say, “Shaaa-khaaam! Booyahkah!” And all the nasty germs would disappear. And then you’d pull out your new, beautiful guitar, Bette, and we’d sing a celebratory ditty about how we drove the germs away with our good attitudes. Oh, and maybe, as a final hurrah, we could pull Millie out of your basket and she could do a twisty-goo for us. That would be totally wicked!
Get better soon, Betsky!
July 12th, 2009 at 7:23 pm
Thanks Birn! I’m on the mend now. And I love your idea of coconut bobas, and my beautiful guitar and Millie twisty-goos! Oh if only it could come true. I love you guys!
July 15th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
First off- I want to read that scene too! Second- why didn’t Tess and I get pulled out of the carpet bag? Oh, cuz we’re already here. I’ll refreain from feeling hurt and left out. One thought though- if you can pull people out of that bag- forget the scene you have written. Just pull Hugh Jackman out of the bag and have him wipe Bette brow. Am I right? Lastly and to conclude I hope you are feeling much better now Bette- but either way we can still watch Little Dorrit this weekend. And Fourthly you can have total access to the DC- if you know what I’m saying- after this Saturday- while Allan is in England. (A dollar to whomever can figure out which Shakespearean character I reference in this post.)
July 15th, 2009 at 3:59 pm
Dogberry! Right? And I’m all about having Hugh pop out of that bag and watching the good ol’ Little D!