☼ It's raining....Can you write a story to brighten the day that includes 6 of these lines?

Question

As you know...This is not homework...Merely good,wholesome fun on YA.

1. Rainy days can be wonderful days.... It's all a matter of attitude.
2. I'm going back to bed....Time to dream about MattBaby.
3. Desperate housewives
4. The Walmart greeter reminded me of Hannibal Lecter.
5. Humph!
6. Woody Allen said it best: _____________
7. Uh......Well......Okay, if you say so.
8. Ahhhh....The birds are speaking to me, and man, they don't lie.
9. A precious memory
10. So THIS is what it's like to be happy.

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Answer 1

DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES

Kitty here -- Yes, I am one of the desperate housewives. I am desperate because I am expected to do all this cooking, cleaning and scrubbing toilet bowls….and take care of the kids and all their needs, and then be a sex goddess at night for that Bozo I am married to.

I mostly identify with the Eva Longoria character on the TV show, “Desperate Housewives.” I once dated a hot guy like that young gardener with whom “Gabby” had the affair. Ah! But, that is “a precious memory!!” I keep forgetting--that it is the same guy I am married to--except he’s changed. Now, he is more like an “OLD Woody Allen,” and not in a good way.

The real Woody Allen said it best. “There are three rings involved with marriage. The engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering.”

I'm going back to bed....Time to dream about MattBaby. I have been following Matt Damon’s career for several years, but totally fell in love with him in “Oceans 11” and “The Bourne Identity.” He has been getting sexier over the years, since he lost that baby face. I see “People Magazine” has finally named him as the “Sexiest Man Alive.” Let‘s not overlook his “dedication to his family,” and his "heart-melting humility. I say, it’s about time he received this recognition.

OK. So, here I am trying to dream about MattBaby, and all I can think of is either Woody Allen or the WalMart greeter. Tough Choice!! As I said before, Woody Allen reminded me of my husband. The Walmart greeter reminded me of Hannibal, “the Cannibal,” Lecter. Every time I go in that store, it is as if he is smacking his lips, and instead of saying, “Welcome to WalMart,” he is saying, “I want to dine on “your” home-cooked liver, with some fava beans, and a nice Chianti.” Arrgh!! My dreams are more like nightmares!!

All I want to do is have a nice little dream about MattBaby and me--maybe on a beach somewhere. He, with his toned body, and me in my bikini, and the cool ocean breezes, but those damned birds keep chirping and keeping me awake. “Ahhhh....The birds are speaking to me, and man, they don't lie. Shut up Birds!!” ….. “What’s that you are saying? …. “You know a Woody Allen quote too. OK, lay it on me!….. Birds chirped: “As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree' -- probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.”

I answered, “Very profound, but do you have any advice that would apply to my situation?” Birds chirped back, “A person is usually only as happy as they will allow themselves to be. Either accept that you have a loving husband, and two great children, and there is no where else you would rather be--or you are welcome to fly South with us for the winter.” I thought to myself, “Humph! I can’t believe I am talking to birds. Uh......Well......Okay, if you say so….. I’m dreaming, aren’t I??”

Will Kitty wake up and face reality? Perhaps even smile to herself and say, “So THIS is what it's like to be happy!!” Or--decide to fly South for the winter??

Answer 2

Sunshine made a wish on the shooting star. Why, I do not know. How this all happened, I really could not tell you. But we tend to blame it on the star. Of course, no one ever had the chance to ask her, because by the time the story had washed up on the shores, well, so had she. The rumors that circled these villages were ridiculous... that all ended when the captain showed up. He cleared everything up, without a doubt. And senile old man, or patchy old sailor? Well, either way, he cooked up a good tale. "Ah, she's a bonnie lass. Well, was..." The old man got a glazed look in his eyes, clearly reminiscing about the young Sunshine. Then, with a smack of his chapped lips, he launched into his story. "I knew she wasn't meant for the sea. But her father, he tells me, 'Take her to sea, Mr. Murdock. Let's stretch her legs!' and of course, she was a lovely lass, I wasn't about to turn the man down... She can't even tie a square knot, for heaven's sake! What good would she do on a ship? In any case, she ended up alongside the best of us, voyaging across the ocean. "Of course, before long, we hit a rough patch of weather. The storm raged, the waves crashed... I gotta tell ya... I was even scared myself. "I saw the girl, that night, as the waves crashed against are shaky vessel and tossed us like a piece of drift wood. I remember thinking to myself, she's either very sick or is using green make up these days. Well, sure enough, moments later she called out, 'Where're my dang nausea pills?' and stumbled across the deck on wobbling legs. "Then, just like that, I heard the cry-- 'MAN OVERBOARD!!' The whole crew scoured the night for the girl. Even weeks after that, I'd often find myself gazing out onto the open water, half-expecting to see her blazing blond hair burst from the foamy rippling waves. I never did. "And that was that. Eventually, the crew moved on, but I know I will never forget that Sunshine. Just like the old widows often say, 'Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime.''

Answer 3

X 1. Rainy days can be wonderful days.... It's all a matter of attitude.
2. I'm going back to bed....Time to dream about MattBaby.
X 3. Desperate housewives
4. The Walmart greeter reminded me of Hannibal Lecter.
X 5. Humph!
6. Woody Allen said it best: _____________
X 7. Uh......Well......Okay, if you say so.
8. Ahhhh....The birds are speaking to me, and man, they don't lie.
X 9. A precious memory
X 10. So THIS is what it's like to be happy.

There I was, sitting on a bench on make-out deck, all by my lonesome. I was hoping for Laurie, the tall physicist, to drop by. Instead, Orange One, Lieutenant Hughes, sat down.

"Heya Emu," he said.

"Hey Keith. C'mon, I've gone by 'James' since the mid-1980s." This had become a greeting ritual. Sometimes the enormous spaceship was boring.

We watched the lights in space for a while, the rockets from the five members of Crimson Wing, as they adjusted position. "Sometimes I feel like I'm forgetting Earth," said Keith.

"Me too. I remember the rain. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down," I a-cappella-ed.

"Rainy days can be wonderful days.... It's all a matter of attitude." said Keith. "Like walking in the rain, and wishing on the stars up above, and being so in love."

"You wishing we had desperate housewives aboard?" I asked.

"Humph!" responded Keith. "Everybody's desperate. You never know when you're going to get blown to bits, so you try to squeeze every ounce out of happiness possible out of every possible moment." He sighed. The Crimson Wing was fighting out there -- missiles launching from the planes, flowers blooming in space, beautiful, cold, deadly.

"So THIS is what it's like to be happy, to be sitting on a nice safe bench while others are doing the fighting, eh?" I laughed.

"Uh......Well......Okay, if you say so," said Keith. "Say, you remember that time we rented the haunted house in Mexico?"

"Um, we did that twice. A precious memory, to be sure, seeing Joey under the bed hiding from the spook!" I chortled.

"You buying that trick billiard ball for $500 from that psychic lady!" now Keith was laughing too. "Maybe I shouldn't laugh. She said that everyone except me and you would die in 2012. D'you think she might be right about that?"

"I sure hope not," I answered. The question had thrown a damper on my mood. Somehow, in my universe, I liked to believe that Peggy and Chantilly and Johnny and Joey, companions of my misspent youth, were alive and well. I just couldn't picture them all dead... nor, by implication, Earth.

Answer 4

"Trust me. My boss is always the first one in."
"I'm cold.."
Jack turned to Oscar who was shivering next to him.
"It's 6a.m. and we're standing in the pouring rain. Of course you're cold Oscar."
"I don't like when it rains.."
Jack rolled his eyes.."RAINY DAYS CAN BE WONDERFUL DAYS..IT'S ALL A MATTER OF ATTITUDE. Everyone is paying attention to not getting wet..and paying less attention to everything else.
Headlights broke through the dark rain..
"Here he comes..duck down!" Jack pulled Oscar behind bushes that lined the parking lot.
A Mercedes-Benz pulled into the parking spot nearest the door to the building and a well built grey haired man jumped from the car and with briefcase over his head ran for the building and went inside.
"Come on!" urged Jack. He pulled Oscar and they ran to the parked Mercedes.
Within 10 seconds Jack had jimmyed the lock and they were inside the luxury car.
Oscar rubbed the plush leather. "SO THIS IS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE HAPPY."
"That's right Oscar." said Jack hotwiring the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "Mr. Big shot Lecter had no right to fire me. Now this is his punishment....no more happy for him! Ha ha!" Jack caressed the leather covered steering wheel.
"Lecter...hahaha!" chuckled Oscar.."Remember yesterday when we were at Walmart...?? THE WALMART GREETER REMINDED ME OF HANNIBAL LECTER."
Jack rolled his eyes and looked over at Oscar.."Why that's great Oscar..A PRECIOUS MEMORY indeed."

The rain had stopped..and the first hint of the sun began to peek over the horizon..along the with the faint song of the morning birds..
Jack smacked the leather bound steering wheel. "You hear them Oscar? AHHH..THE BIRDS ARE SPEAKING TO ME, AND MAN, THEY DON'T LIE. This is going to be a beautiful day. Now call ahead and tell them we're on the way with the car..and that they better have the money ready."
Oscar lowered his head and sheepishly asked.."Can you call them? They scare me."
Jack sighed.."No Oscar..You can do this..you gotta show them who the man is!"
"UH..WELL..OKAY, IF YOU SAY SO Jack."
Jack patted Oscar on the shoulder.."I say so buddy..I say so..Once we're done..how about we go back to Walmart to do some shopping?"
Oscar's wide grin was answer enough..emboldened..he dialed the number.