Crew Meeting called. July 17, 2014
Agenda:
I. Juicing (to continue or not continue to consume green juice)
A. If "no" majority, how will we lower our cholesterol?
B. If "yes" do we continue with breakfast and lunch or adjust to breakfast and dinner
1. Asparagus
2. Cabbage
3. Jalapenos vs Chipotle
II. Continued fast from Meat, Eggs and Dairy
"Meeting called to order!"
"Hey, why does she get to preside over the meeting? Didn't she resign as chairwoman?
"Beatrice, sit down, you are out of order." Mrs. Richardson follows Robert's Rules Of Order without fail or deviation. We think she might sleep with her own worn copy of the 208 page how-to-run-a-meeting via parlimentary?
"Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame."
"Quoting Virginia Woolf is not on the agenda either, Bill. If you can't say something nice, than..."
In his best Al Pacino voice, "I'm out of order? You're out of order! This whole court is out of order!"
The crew is gathered around the pool in the backyard. Ms. Machado, Carly-Anne and BabaMara are floating in the pool. Ms. Machado is wearing a sleek light blue one-piece with an ever-so tiny bit of cleavage peeking out. Carly-Anne is wearing a hand-me-down from Sinthya. And, let's just say that BabaMara is floating too, with ease.
Bill, sitting on the diving board, is rolling a cigarette. Beatrice, spraying bug spray all over herself, is attending with her ever-present scowl. Sinthya is shea buttered-up and spread out on the lounge in the tiniest black and purple bikini with matching Ray-Ban sunglasses and purple Manolo Blahniks flip flops.
"Can someone please inform Ms. UV Rays that she is colonizing little basal cell carcinoma communities all over our body?" Beatrice really is in a huff today.
Licking the the yellow zig-zag paper, Bill shoots in a little Gladiator Russell Crowe, "Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back."
"Order! Order! BabaMara, can you please ring them in?"
With only her nose, mouth, and her bare, uh, her, uh, breasts above the water, BabaMara threatens to put the crew in jelly jars (again) if they don't settle down.
Water lapping on the steps of the pool, accompanied by the call of a morning dove, played a summer duet in the stillness. The crew really didn't like sitting on a shelf in those jelly jars!
Mrs. Richardson is sitting at the table under the umbrella in a beautful light grey linen skirt and silk blouse with a jabot collar. Her hair is neatly tucked into a french twist. She's wearing pearl earings. It is 98 degrees and the humidity is 58! Gotta hand it to her, she must wear kick-ass antiperspirant!
"Item I on the agenda is continued green juicing. We have discussed this matter until my brain feels like pulverized endive, can I have a motion to just go to the vote?"
Of course, it is Carly-Anne, who stands at attention in the water, "I motion a vote to decide if we continue juicing on a daily basis....except for Sunday."
""...except for Sunday" is not on the agenda, Carly-Anne."
"But I miss pancakes!"
"I second the motion!" chimes in Ms. Machado just before sneaking past Bill on the diving board and executing a perfect jack-knife dive with tiniest bit of splash.
"All in favor of continued juicing?"
"Yea." "Yea." "Yea." "Yea." "I suppose."
"Would that be a 'yea', Beatrice?"
"YEA!" Wrinkled nose and furrowed brow, arms across chest! "Not like it's going to do any good because we are headed to lethal cases of lung cancer and skin cancer with those two heathens hanging around!" Sinthya sipped a bit of fine tequila from a telavera shot glass as she raised her eyebrows and then the glass to Beatrice, "Don't forget liver failure, pendeho!"
"All opposed?"
"Absolutely, NO!" Sinthya rolls onto her bronze tummy. "What is life without omelet du fromage and french toast smothered in creme brulee?"
"If you had to choose one person in the entire world to eat for breakfast, who would you eat, and why?"
"BILL!"
"NAY!" Obviously, this crowd does not appreciate Roger Schuster!
"5 yea and 2 nay! Passed. We continue with juice! Moving on to B; we can skip A as it no longer relevant."
"Another one bites the dust!"
Thank God BabaMara turned Mrs. Richardson's gavel into a yard gnome and that 8 x 11 sheets of paper don't make good weapons! Well, except for paper cuts but how many paper cuts to does it take to murder a smart ass. How ever long it would take would most likely be "an inappropriate use of time" to Mrs. Richardson. Luckily for Bill.
We decided that juice for breakfast and lunch will continue. We will not juice asparagus but will continue to juice cabbage though on the days that cabbage is consumed, Bill and BabaMara will not sleep in the same bed as the rest of us. Chipotle won by a landslide.
The continued fasting of Meat, Eggs and Cheese was tabled for next meeting due to rampant anarchy and an impromptu water fight.
Beatrice submitted the following minutes of the meeting to Mrs. Richardson:
Agenda:
I. Juicing (to continue or not continue to consume green juice)
A. If "no" majority, how will we lower our cholesterol?
B. If "yes" do we continue with breakfast and lunch or adjust to breakfast and dinner
1. Asparagus
2. Cabbage
3. Jalapenos vs Chipotle
II. Continued fast from Meat, Eggs and Dairy
"Meeting called to order!"
"Hey, why does she get to preside over the meeting? Didn't she resign as chairwoman?
"Beatrice, sit down, you are out of order." Mrs. Richardson follows Robert's Rules Of Order without fail or deviation. We think she might sleep with her own worn copy of the 208 page how-to-run-a-meeting via parlimentary?
"Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame."
"Quoting Virginia Woolf is not on the agenda either, Bill. If you can't say something nice, than..."
In his best Al Pacino voice, "I'm out of order? You're out of order! This whole court is out of order!"
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The crew is gathered around the pool in the backyard. Ms. Machado, Carly-Anne and BabaMara are floating in the pool. Ms. Machado is wearing a sleek light blue one-piece with an ever-so tiny bit of cleavage peeking out. Carly-Anne is wearing a hand-me-down from Sinthya. And, let's just say that BabaMara is floating too, with ease.
Bill, sitting on the diving board, is rolling a cigarette. Beatrice, spraying bug spray all over herself, is attending with her ever-present scowl. Sinthya is shea buttered-up and spread out on the lounge in the tiniest black and purple bikini with matching Ray-Ban sunglasses and purple Manolo Blahniks flip flops.
"Can someone please inform Ms. UV Rays that she is colonizing little basal cell carcinoma communities all over our body?" Beatrice really is in a huff today.
Licking the the yellow zig-zag paper, Bill shoots in a little Gladiator Russell Crowe, "Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back."
"Order! Order! BabaMara, can you please ring them in?"
With only her nose, mouth, and her bare, uh, her, uh, breasts above the water, BabaMara threatens to put the crew in jelly jars (again) if they don't settle down.
Water lapping on the steps of the pool, accompanied by the call of a morning dove, played a summer duet in the stillness. The crew really didn't like sitting on a shelf in those jelly jars!
Mrs. Richardson is sitting at the table under the umbrella in a beautful light grey linen skirt and silk blouse with a jabot collar. Her hair is neatly tucked into a french twist. She's wearing pearl earings. It is 98 degrees and the humidity is 58! Gotta hand it to her, she must wear kick-ass antiperspirant!
"Item I on the agenda is continued green juicing. We have discussed this matter until my brain feels like pulverized endive, can I have a motion to just go to the vote?"
Of course, it is Carly-Anne, who stands at attention in the water, "I motion a vote to decide if we continue juicing on a daily basis....except for Sunday."
""...except for Sunday" is not on the agenda, Carly-Anne."
"But I miss pancakes!"
"I second the motion!" chimes in Ms. Machado just before sneaking past Bill on the diving board and executing a perfect jack-knife dive with tiniest bit of splash.
"All in favor of continued juicing?"
"Yea." "Yea." "Yea." "Yea." "I suppose."
"Would that be a 'yea', Beatrice?"
"YEA!" Wrinkled nose and furrowed brow, arms across chest! "Not like it's going to do any good because we are headed to lethal cases of lung cancer and skin cancer with those two heathens hanging around!" Sinthya sipped a bit of fine tequila from a telavera shot glass as she raised her eyebrows and then the glass to Beatrice, "Don't forget liver failure, pendeho!"
"All opposed?"
"Absolutely, NO!" Sinthya rolls onto her bronze tummy. "What is life without omelet du fromage and french toast smothered in creme brulee?"
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| Photo Courtesy of godsavethescene.me. |
"If you had to choose one person in the entire world to eat for breakfast, who would you eat, and why?"
"BILL!"
"NAY!" Obviously, this crowd does not appreciate Roger Schuster!
"5 yea and 2 nay! Passed. We continue with juice! Moving on to B; we can skip A as it no longer relevant."
"Another one bites the dust!"
Thank God BabaMara turned Mrs. Richardson's gavel into a yard gnome and that 8 x 11 sheets of paper don't make good weapons! Well, except for paper cuts but how many paper cuts to does it take to murder a smart ass. How ever long it would take would most likely be "an inappropriate use of time" to Mrs. Richardson. Luckily for Bill.
We decided that juice for breakfast and lunch will continue. We will not juice asparagus but will continue to juice cabbage though on the days that cabbage is consumed, Bill and BabaMara will not sleep in the same bed as the rest of us. Chipotle won by a landslide.
The continued fasting of Meat, Eggs and Cheese was tabled for next meeting due to rampant anarchy and an impromptu water fight.
Beatrice submitted the following minutes of the meeting to Mrs. Richardson:
Not My Circus
Not My Clowns
Mrs. Richardson immediately resigned as Chairman of the Board.
Not to worry. She resigns at the end of every board meeting.
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