It's snowing......you are nice and cozy in your home by a lovely fire and you start daydreaming. Can you write

Question

an amusing paragraph or 2 or more that includes these quotes??
1. I should have told you every day from the moment I met you… I love you.
2. In time you'll drop dead and I'll come to your funeral in a red dress!
3.You better get some help! You're becoming Ralph Kramden's evil twin!
4. La bella luna! The moon brings the woman to the man. Capice?
5. Forecast for tomorrow; a few sprinkles of genius with a chance of doom!
6. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Answer 1

You know, even though the weatherman for channel 6 was declared insane, he wasn't wrong in his prediction. It was, all in all, a very interesting newscast. Some talk about the Golden Razzies (I can't believe they nominated Lady in the Water! I liked that movie!) was followed by the weather forecast. I didn't really feel I had to know - I wanted to be a weathergirl myself, having some knowledge of weather and having my own prediction it was going to be rather warm this weekend - so I was getting up to go get a drink when Dane Richards (the weatherman) laughed maniacally and shouted out, "Forecast for tomorrow; a few sprinkles of genius with a chance of doom! Bwah-ha-ha-ha!" Immediately I was interested, so I sat back down and watched the drama unfold. "Snow! Snow as far as the eye can see! Then on Sunday a thunderstorm with lightning! Bang! Zoom!" And as he gesticulated wildly he popped a poor unsuspecting cameraman right in the kisser. The camera panned away, I saw people rushing in to contain Richards, and just before the "technical difficulties" sign cut off the newscast, I heard a voice cry, "Dane, you better get some help! You're becoming Ralph Kramden's evil twin!" I laughed quietly to myself as I got up to get that drink. Snow? Yeah right.
But I was wrong.
I awakened the next morning at 8 a.m. to find the ground entirely coated in white, and more was still falling. I turned on the television (channel 6 was still off the air) but on channel 5 they said that all the roads were closed and no schools were open. "Yes!" I jubilantly cried. We were supposed to have had a quiz today in American Literature and I hadn't felt adequately prepared. I decided that nothing could get me out of the house today, so I made a fire in the fireplace and decided to get some reading done. I got bored with my American Literature fairly quickly (most of it had been interesting, but I'm sorry, I just couldn't force myself through Bradford) and my mind started drifting off, back to the Razzies. I imagined myself walking up to the people who choose the nominated and saying, "I agree with you for the most part, but you take some of these back right now! A few of these don't deserve to get Razzies!" One of the judges (who suddenly turned into Simon Cowell, for whatever bizarre reason) laughed. "Oh please," he replied. "All of these were pathetic." The second judge, who my brain decided to picture as Maggie Smith, nodded. "I hate having to agree with Simon," she said, "but I do concur. I mean, listen to this tagline! "Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop." What on earth is that?" The third judge (Eddie Izzard. By this time I realized nothing would make sense) laughed and added, "And that final scene!" Simon snorted derisively. "Amy, dahling," he mocked the character, "I should have told you every day from the moment I met you... I love you." Eddie held back a snicker as well. "That is fairly dreadful, isn't it?" I nodded. "Look, I'm not arguing about that one." The three looked at me as if they'd almost forgotten I was there. Then (again, bizarre little daydream) Hugh Jackman walked in. Of course, it wasn't really Hugh Jackman, more like Leopold, Duke of Albany. He had that sophisticated persona, anyway. He started conversing with them in rapid French. My French skills aren't even rudimentary at best, and so most of it was flying right past my head. I know, I know, I was daydreaming, so I should've been able to control it. But by this time it was kind of out of my control. I said, "Hey, I don't understand." They turned to me. "Pardon me," Hugh Jackman said. "I forgot. Even though we are in France, we should be speaking in Italian." I didn't understand the Italian, either, and when they realized this, Maggie said, "What we were saying was, "La bella luna! The moon brings the woman to the man. Capice?" It'll be a full moon tonight." Then I realized they were only distracting me from my mission, and I said, "Look! Fix these nominations! Some of them are wrong!" Simon snorted in derision again. "Really, if you want us to believe that performance, you're going to have to actually act a little. You'll never get the job as the weathergirl if you can't give us more than that." I gasped angrily. He laughed at me and said, "And that! That was incredibly hammy!" I snarled at him. "In time you'll drop dead and I'll come to your funreal in a red dress!" He opened his mouth to reply, but I was dragged out of my daydream into the real world when there came a knock at the door. I grumbled and made my way to the door. Greg Phillips, the newscaster for channel 6, was at the door! "Hello, Miss Williams?" I nodded, too shocked to speak. "We seem to find ourselves with a need for a weatherperson, and your name came up."
Then I had to tell myself I wasn't still daydreaming.

Answer 2

'The lonliness of the long distance runner'. Good God, where did that thought come from. No doubt from the deepest recess of my subconsciousness as it must be over forty years since I saw the film. Anyway, such lonliness is nothing in comparison with that which haunts the mind of the single, unattached male. I suppose it also counts for females but who knows, I never could understand them.

I had been feeling unwell for about ten days now and I thought it was 'flu like symptoms. How wrong can one be, for having taken my temperature and it being over 100 degrees, I was now melting away in my bed. I had within the past forty-eight hours changed my pyjamas four, or was it six times and the bed linen as often due to the amount of sweat I was producing. More to the point, and indeed more frightening, I was passing into and out of conciousness even more often than that.

As quickly as the bout had hit me, it was all over. I had got out of bed and sat in front of a roaring log fire. Suddenly everything was fine again but I still felt tired. The heat from the fire brought thoughts of summer sunshine and I felt much better.

I now felt better than I had for years and having had a nice warm shower and full change of light summer clothes, I made my way out into the open forest. The sun was streaming through the green clad trees, the animals were as happy with life as I was, and the birds were singing their favourite melodies.

Not only that, but I had the love of my life on my arm. She looked much younger than I had remembered but the pleasure of her company soon pushed such a thought out of my mind. As she gave me a small kiss on the cheek, she held my hand firmly in both of hers and whispered 'I should have told you every day from the moment I met you......I love you'. Not only was she being sincere, but she also had a tear in her eye.

I, on the other hand, was the happiest young man on the planet. Everything in life was now peaceful, tranquil and serene with the love of my life saying the words I had never had the nerve to even imagine, even in my wildest dream. And I certainly had many of them in the past. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze blow over me. She must have noticed, for she looked slightly frightened and whispered 'My God, you look like someone just walked over your grave'.

Now don't even ask me why I said it, for once again, I have no idea where such a morbid thought came from, but I replied 'In time you'll drop dead and I'll come to your funeral in a red dress!'. I know I said 'a red dress' and she didn't seem to notice, but why I said it I will never know. Good Lord, I must be going a little 'do-lally'. She in fact, merely turned to me and said 'You better get some help! You're becoming Ralph Kramden's evil twin!'. Again, who the hell is Ralph what's-his-name?.

'What has brought on such a big change Bev' I asked her as she danced around a large oak tree 'I thought you were serious with Stan?'. She merely kicked up some leaves from the ground, made a fine curtsy and practically sang 'La bella luna! The moon brings the woman to the man. Capice?' she asked. 'Sure I understand all that, but I still don't know why you chose today'. 'For the simple reason, Mr. Robbins' she held onto the feigned foreign accent 'The forecast for tomorrow; a few sprinkles of genius with a chance of doom! Remember it was you who mentioned a funeral'.

You know, I suddenly began to feel very sad. Why? God only knows but the thought of winning the love of your life quickly followed by the thought of losing it, is a very sobering thought, and one which is never welcome. I suddenly remembered that beautiful quote, from whom I cannot quite think at the moment, but it goes something like this: 'Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop'.

At that precise moment, she laid her hand on my brow and kissed me very gently on the lips. 'Time to take two aspirins and see if you need to change again' the voice echoed in my head and seemed to come from miles away. 'Come on Dad' I heard it louder this time. I opened my eyes and could barely see. It was my good wife, the truest true love of my life. She was tending me. Me, a poor old sod all wet and sticky, lying in a damp bed in the fetal position, and I must add feeling very sorry for myself that there was not a log fire in sight.

A thermometer was stuck between my lips and a minute later, she declared 'Nurse Robbins declares that your fever has broken. Have a cup of tea and get up for half an hour. You are better. At hearing that, I did in fact feel much better and as I sat up in bed I asked her 'How long have I been in bed sweetheart'. 'Three nights and two days' she answered, and it was then that I noticed how tired and old she looked.

'And you've been here all that time' I had no need to ask, it was obvious. 'Yes, that's OK. I was worried sick' she was close to tears. 'You know something Mam' I have always called her Mam and she calls me Dad since the kids were babies, a long, long time ago 'We will be married forty years next April and you know something, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you...I love you. Sorry' I concluded.

She had no need to say anything, she already knew............

Answer 3

um no i spaced out try shorter next time