Play It Again, Sahm. Meredith Efken

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СКАЧАТЬ From: Hannah Farrell <[email protected]> To: SAHM I Am <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [SAHM I AM] This stinks

      South Carolina Crusading Lambs of God Christian High School. Affectionately knows as SCCLOG. Their academic quality is unsurpassable. I tied for valedictorian with my best friend, Krissy.

      Hannah

From:	P. Lorimer <[email protected]>
To:	SAHM I Am <[email protected]>
Subject:	Re: [SAHM I AM] This stinks

      Ah. Congratulations. And you studied the entire play of Romeo and Juliet? The original, unabridged version?

From:	Hannah Farrell <[email protected]>
To:	SAHM I Am <[email protected]>
Subject:	Re: [SAHM I AM] This stinks

      Yes, the WHOLE thing! Like I said, SCCLOG is a very advanced school academically. Three of my graduating class even went to college! I was going to go to college, but I met Bradley instead.

      Hannah

From:	P. Lorimer <[email protected]>
To:	SAHM I Am <[email protected]>
Subject:	Re: [SAHM I AM] This stinks

      Thanks for the clarification. I’m just a little confused. How did you manage to study the entire play Romeo and Juliet and come away with the impression that Shakespeare was NOT in any way risqué?

      Did no one ever explain to you the Queen Mab speech, honey?

      Phyllis

From:	Zelia Muzuwa <[email protected]>
To:	P. Lorimer <[email protected]>
Subject:	Be nice!

      Down girl! Behave yourself. Lest you bring the wrath of Rosalyn down on all our heads.

      Z

From:	Hannah Farrell <[email protected]>
To:	SAHM I Am <[email protected]>
Subject:	[SAHM I AM] Shakespeare

      Hi Phyllis,

      I’m SOOO like not confrontational or anything, but Shakespeare happens to be something I know about. I got an A+ in that class!!!

      I know all about the Queen Mab speech. Mercutio was talking about a dream fairy, like Tinker Bell or the Sugar Plum Fairy. What’s so risqué about that?

      It’s impossible for Shakespeare to have written anything naughty. After all, he wrote hundreds of years ago, when people were a lot more pure-minded and innocent. We all should try to be more like that instead of making inappropriate remarks about things that are immodest.

      I’m not trying to be a prude or anything. I mean, after all I AM a married woman! But I love Shakespeare, and I don’t like to see his reputation ruined—especially not on an e-mail list of (mostly) Christian stay-at-home moms! I’m sure William Shakespeare loved Jesus—everyone did back then. He most certainly did NOT write about naked people fencing. I’m very offended by the suggestion and by the images that brings to mind.

      I’d like to ask the loop moderator to bring this topic to a close. It doesn’t even have anything to do with stay-at-home mom stuff!

      Hannah

      P.S. Zelia, your smelly-house problem reminded me of what happened at my school my junior year. Some boys stuffed some tuna fish sandwiches down the air vents and the whole school smelled like rotten fish for weeks.

From:	P. Lorimer <[email protected]>
To:	SAHM I Am <[email protected]>
Subject:	Re: [SAHM I AM] Shakespeare

      Well, Hannah, it does sound like your English teacher did an interesting job with your education. Here’s a quote in her honor, from As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7:

      “And in his brain,

      Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit

      After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d

      With observation, the which he vents

      In mangled forms.”

      Love,

      Phyllis

From:	Hannah Farrell <[email protected]>
To:	SAHM I Am <[email protected]>
Subject:	Re: [SAHM I AM] Shakespeare

      I don’t get it. But I heard that you weren’t very good with humor, so that’s probably why.

      Hannah

From:	Zelia Muzuwa <[email protected]>
To:	SAHM I Am <[email protected]>
Subject:	Re: [SAHM I AM] This Stinks

      Before our Beloved Moderator puts an end to this conversation, I just wanted to let everyone know I found the source of our stink problem. Hannah’s comment about the tuna fish sandwiches at her school gave me an idea.

      We live in an older house with old-fashioned air ducts. Big enough for food to be shoved through. I had Tristan check the ductwork when he got home this evening, and sure enough, there’s so much old food rotting in one of the ducts that we could start our own compost pile.

      At first, I figured Seamus did it. Almost any trouble in our family is a direct result of that boy. But the duct connects to Duri’s room. Duri is one of the children we adopted from Ethiopia about fifteen months ago. We asked him if he knew anything about the food in the duct, and at first he said no.

      We showed him the food. He stared at it like he’d never seen it before. Then he said something about “That’s not my food. I’m saving my food.”

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