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Fun Monday #37

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This week’s event is hosted by Janet (thanks, you did a great job), but wait there’s more…I’m hosting next week, so follow the instructions at the end of this post. But this week it’s all about how you met your whatever. I almost didn’t sign up as I just recently wrote a post about this very thing (as part of a series I’m doing), but then it dawned on me "Are you crazy?! All you have to do is cut and paste and you’re done!".

So that’s exactly what I’ve done. But I still have a nagging fear that there’s a possibility that parallel worlds could collide. What this means is that if you’re a regular Dingo reader, you are now officially ahead of schedule, if you’re a regular Fun Mondayer, you’re in for a real literary treat! And god help us all if a regular Dingo reader, a Fun Mondayer and regular Dingo reader who usually does Fun Monday all click on my blog at the same time! There’s no telling what may happen, but my guess is that the entire blogosphere could implode.

Oh just one more thing, I found a photo that illustrates the whole seat cover thing, the seats in the photo are the seat covers in the story, so you can now appreciate how hard it was putting them on. Read on…

It was a dark and stormy night. Or it would have been if it wasn’t a beautiful balmy Sunday afternoon in the middle of a Californian Spring. Truth be told, there was nary a cloud to be seen (sorry, there’s still
a few pirate words hanging around), but a storm was brewing inside the house, one that would change my life forever.

ET and I were doing what we did best, smoking waccy tabbacy and idling away the hours talking about the things we should be doing, when suddenly the phone rang (ok, it didn’t ring any more of a sudden than
it usually did, but this is a story, so everything has to have an adjective, or in this case an adverb). It was MDW. Both ET and Mrs ET (although she wasn’t at the time), had known MDW (who also wasn’t yet)
for a long time, in fact ET had travelled extensively with her and Chuck (maybe more on him later) in South East Asia.

This shared experience was not looked upon fondly by Mrs ET, who was at the time trying to ensnare ET on a long term basis, so a phone call from MDW was about as welcome as a fart in a space suit. There was an ensuing conversation between ET and Mrs ET full of hushed tones and strained looks, with the upshot being the statement to me to the effect that "MDW needs you to go and help her put some carseat covers on". Now if you’re anything like me (and even if you’re not), you’d be thinking
1) why would she need me, she doesn’t even know me and/or, 2) why would she need help putting carseat covers on?

As it happens, she didn’t ask for me because understandably, in much the same way as I didn’t know her, she didn’t know me too. (now that’s some English right there!) What had transpired was that Mrs ET put her foot down, and ET put his in his mouth and volunteered me for the job to get Mrs ET off his back (if you knew Mrs ET you’d know this was not a comfortable position to be in, we’re talking serious back
strain). So it was with high hopes and a hard member that I threw my bike in back of ET’s pickup and we headed to MDW’s apartment, where ET dropped me and my bike off, and then took off like the scurvy bilge rat he is!

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Both my high hopes and my hard member were dashed when I realised that MDW really did just need a hand getting the seat covers on, and it wasn’t simply an elaborate ploy to get her some man meat. But the deed
was done and here I was, plus there’s no way Mrs ET would have ever believed that MDW wasn’t after her fella, so it was probably all for the best. Anyway, these bastards weren’t your usual stretch terry
towelling numbers, they were the real deal, made out of the same vinyl as the originals and were even the same colour. They were, in fact, a DIY reupholstering kit that required the removal of the seats and a
couple of hours of genuine grunt work!

However, and if you’ve been reading me for any length of time you know there’s always a however, we eventually got them on and then retired to her apartment for some refreshments and stimulating
conversation. Well, at least that’s how I saw it…

Ok, wasn’t that fun wasn’t it! After you’ve left a nice comment, click on the link at the top of the right hand sidebar to check out the assignment for next week.

Enjoy the rest of you Fun Monday.

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Fun Monday #38 Signup Sheet.

Just leave a comment if you are going to participate in the clothing art Fun Monday. Make sure you fill in your blog address.

So far we have:

Molly, Holtie, Blue Momma, Jenni in KS, Fianna, Min, Robin, Junebug, Stephanie, ChrisB, Kila, Kaytabug, Sandy, Laurie, Retrohipster, Karisma, Lisa, Beckie, Robinella, Anglophile Football Fan, Sirdar, Janet, Robin in CA, Mommyca, Joy T, Kerith, Sayre, Katie(kitten), her indoors, Alix, Nikki, Dawn, Susan, Karina, Tiggerlane, Hootin’ Anni, Bethany, Julie, Beth, My4kids, Hayden, AlisonwonderlandEmma, Bindi, AreWeThereYetMom, Arkansas Songbird, SwampAngel65, Lisa, jill,

Just a few minor points:

  • If you’re not going to post don’t sign up!
  • If you’re a commercial venture, piss off.
  • If you can’t post for some reason, let people know.
  • If you’re hosting a giveaway, then go away.
  • Unless you’re Swampy, post only the assignment.

We’re looking for a host for next week.