@►@ Regarding a quarrel with your sweetie, can you write a few paragraphs that include these phrases?

Question

1. It's like inviting a Greek tragedy over for dinner.
2. Of course I listen to you.....What did you say?
3. And by dinner, you mean........What? Twinkies and tacos?!
4. Uh,huh. Well, here's the deal.......On planet EARTH that is considered rude.
5. Yes, on a scale from one to ten, ten being the dumbest a person can look, you are definitely nineteen.
6. My guardian angel must have taken the day off.

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Answer 1

It was Friday afternoon, and I was negotiating rush hour traffic on I-65 to get home. There wasn't much "negotiating" going on, because we were all pretty much crawling along. I was dead tired. It seems like my fatigue just accumulates as the week grinds on, building up like a snowball being pushed along the ground, increasing in size, until by Friday afternoon I can barely function.

I was looking forward to getting home, putting on my sweat pants and tee shirt (my standard lounging uniform) and opening a bottle of wine. I didn't know what I'd do for dinner. That depended on a number of factors, the main one being what Deena, my wife, felt like. Most nights, our dinner conversations went like this:

Me: What're we having for dinner tonight?

Deena: I don't know. What're you cooking?

Sometimes on Fridays, if Deena was tired too, we'd just piece around. We might have our wine with cheese and crusty Italian bread, or with salmon spread and flat bread. If we really felt like slumming, and we were neither ambitious nor particularly hungry, we might even make do with popcorn and a drink.

The other major factor, of course, was what we had around the house to eat. Deena and I had a game. We called it, See Who Can Keep From Going To The Store, the object of which was to hold out as long as you could until the other person finally cried "uncle" and went to buy ingredients for something more like a proper supper.

I pulled into the driveway. Let the games begin! I went inside, changed into my uniform, poured a glass of Zinfandel, and began surveying the contents of our cupboards, mapping out my strategy for the Friday night food wars.

Just then, Deena came scurrying in, jaw set, serious look on her face. "Uh oh," I thought. "My guardian angel must have taken the day off."

She looked over at me, scanned up and down, and said, "Yes, on a scale of one to ten, ten being the dumbest a person can look, you are definitely a nineteen."

"Well, I'm glad I didn't change into my kilt," I shot back, " I'd be a fifty-three. What the hell are you talking about? This is what I ALWAYS wear around the house."

"Not when we're expecting company. Don't you remember my telling you that I'd invited Jane Smithers and her boyfriend Kurt over for dinner? You NEVER listen to me!!"

"Of course I listen to you . . . WHAT did you say? You did NOT tell me you'd invited Jane and Kurt over for dinner! And by dinner, you mean . . . what? Twinkies and tacos? Have you noticed how bare our larder is right now?"

God, this was going to be the WORST. Having Kurt and Jane over for dinner was like inviting a Greek tragedy over for dinner. Kurt was what Bugs Bunny would have referred to as "a M A R O O N !" He was SO dim. He had NO sense of humor whatsoever. He didn't get references to art or film or music. He was interested in Simpsons episodes, and played Dungeons and Dragons.

And Jane. . . Jane was just as bad, but in a different way. She was like Ms. Hathaway on the Beverley Hillbillies. Jane was Deena's supervisor at work, so we had to watch our language; we had to be careful not to lapse into scatological subjects; and we couldn't scratch or pick our noses or do any of the fun things you typically do when friends come over to visit.

I suggested that we send out for Chinese. Deena, by now, was in a convivial mood, conducive to successful entertainment. "Uh huh. Well, here's the deal . . . On planet EARTH that is considered rude," she decreed.

I went to the bedroom to change into something decent, avoiding my kilt. We agreed that I would run to the store (I lost the "Store" game) to get ingredients for linguine with white clam sauce, a dish I could put together in a reasonable time, and for which we already had most of the ingredients. Deena was going to entertain Jane and the Maroon until I returned.

I poured my Zinfandel into a "to go" cup, so that I could put myself in a festive mood on the way to the store

Answer 2

I'm guessing a dialogue? here you go:

While driving home, a man and woman were discussing what they were going to have for dinner. The man suggested he prepare it because the woman had a very long day at work. She was ticked off already for other reasons so she snapped, "And by dinner you mean....... what? Twinkies and tacos?!" When the man suggests they invite his mother over, the woman says, "Absolutely not, you know that old drama queen hates me. It's the same every other time we get together with her. It's like inviting a Greek tragedy over for dinner." The man then jumps to his mother's defense, saying that ever since his father's death she hasn't been the same. And so the man comes up with a very interesting list of excuses for his mother's behavior. In the middle of it, he asks if the woman is even listening. She says, "Of course I listen to you.....What did you say?" So they argue all the way home and through their spaghetti dinner (without her mother-in-law). After the man got done, he had some liquor, then went up to his room and later came downstairs with underwear on his head. The woman stared at him until he said, "What?!"
"That is so uncalled for!"
"What? I see it on Star Trek all the time."
"Uh,huh. Well, here's the deal.......On planet EARTH that is considered rude."
"Well i don't care, it's not like anybody's watching. I don't look dumb."
"Yes, on a scale from one to ten, ten being the dumbest a person can look, you are definitely nineteen."
"Whatever, you just don't know how to have fun..."
The man then continues on his imaginary Star Trek adventure throughout the house..............
Once in the emergency room for her husbands broken ankle from jumping off the roof, she says,"My day was horrible.My guardian angel must have taken the day off."



its wierd but all i could come up with......haha its like madlibs, just the other way around....

Answer 3

stephanie walked into the room and tripped over onto the floor while her boobs fell out of her halter neck top, just then she noticed the camera. "Am i on candid camera? " she asked. "first i need to vomit. Then let's talk." said James. Stephanie then started yelling at James and James yelled back even louder just as Michal shrieked "would it be possible to ......STOP SHOUTING?!" but just as he finished, James came up with a plan to film a candid camera scene and asked stephanie what she thought. "All in all not a bad system" she replied. "But im fairly certain that is illegal in this country". "no its not", replied michael. "have you seen the candid camera rules?". "no" replied stephanie. "well READ THE RULES, you moron" replied michael.

Answer 4

yeah thats nice

Answer 5

Courtney, that was amazing.

Answer 6

When I stepped in from the garden after finishing watering my beloved roses, I ended up standing face to face with Simon, who had a somewhat perplexed expression- the expression that he wears when he is about to tell me something, knowing that it will upset me, but he has to go through with it, anyway.
So, to put him out of his misery, I said, "Go ahead, hon. Spill the beans, what is it now, the concert is canceled due to gorgeous weather?" I asked while I sauntered towards the
kitchen to put a beautiful bouqette of pink roses in a vase.

(6)My guardian angel must have taken the day off because to my utter dismay, Simon, looking genuinely bewildered
said,"About the concert tonight, well... My parents are coming over from Ohio, on their way to Hawaii, and they are only spending one night in California, so they have pretty much invited themselves to have dinner with us, claiming how deeply they have missed you and me and of course, Simon Jr.

I tried to take the higher road and not show him the rage I felt by the apparent change of plans with no decent way to get out of the situation, but I was heartbroken for having to miss the Bon Jovi concert that I have been counting down to for months, not to mention having to cook dinner for the in-laws without even a day's notice to get prepared. So, I simply said,"Among all the rude things your mother has done since we got married, this one takes the cake."

Simon, as usual, went for his undying belief in the theory that the best defense is a great offense and said," What is so rude about it, they didn't know about our plans for the concert, they missed us and their grandchild and they will be staying over in California only for one night, where does it say this passes as rude?"

I was still clinging on to my resolution for taking the higher road, constantly reminding myself that they are family, then sadly failing to convince myself of it, I said,"(4)Uh, huh. Here's the deal...On Planet EARTH that is considered rude. Sure, they didn't know about our plans for tonight, 'cause they didn't even care to ask. They decide to show up without even giving a day's notice in advance and assume we will be dropping everything to accomodate them for dinner on their way to Hawaii- none the less. Now I have no time to prepare a decent dinner, I have to call and cancel the baby-sitter for Simon Jr., and I will have to put up with your mother's snide comments all through out dinner, where I could be headbanging to my Bon Jovi in my leather pants. Having them over without anytime to get ready, (1)It's like inviting a Greek tragedy over for dinner".

Simon rolled his eyes and made a smart comment about how theatrical I am and that I should have been an actress instead of a jewelry designer, telling me that I am so dramatic that I could easily play the role of Media in that Greek tragedy that I mentioned, since he wasn't above showing off his newly acquired knowledge about the classics, thanks to his obsession of trying to compete with me in everything that I take up.

I caught his eyes in a steady gaze and calmly, quietly, without blinking said,"(3)And by dinner, you mean....What?Twinkies and tacos?! We have no supplies in the pantry, I had already told you that we were going to stop for the groceries after the concert on our way home, but you never listen when I say something regarding the house chores".

When he tried to get cute and said,"(2)Of Course I listen to you...What did you say?", I was ready to strangle him. Instead I took a deep breath and said, "Your habit of playing dumb when the situation gets sticky is taking its toll on you. Your face started going from carrying a clueless expression to a flustered one, and now it looks plain ol' dumb. (5)Yes, on a scale from one to ten, ten being the dumbest a person can look, you are definetely nineteen"

Then I let my breath out when I saw his hurt expression, the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding, and said,"Honey, I am sorry, we'll find a way to resolve this. Why don't I call the baby -sitter and give her the list for the groceries and tell her she will get the same pay for watching little Simon all evening if she just gets the groceries for us on our account? You go to the airport and pick up your parents, and I will give myself and the baby a bath and start getting ready. After all baby Simon hasn't seen his grandparents in awhile and it will be great for him, and as for my missed Bon Jovi concert, well...you will just have to find a way to make it up to me,darlin' ."

Simon, came up to me in an instant, swept me in his arms, gave me a warm kiss and to my absolute amusement, started singing an 80s song from Scorpions called "There's noone like you".

THE HAPPY END...

Answer 7

i wouldnt

Answer 8

i don't get it