- I will not smoke in the apartment even if I think I can get away with it.
- I will not host “overnight guests” in the apartment without prior permission. (Note: a person who arrives at 7 pm, is ridden like a show pony and then thrown out before sunrise is still considered an “overnight guest.”)
- When Franklin hosts “overnight guests” I will not attempt to videotape, photograph, or otherwise record the proceedings.
- I will leave Mrs. Teitelbaum’s cat alone.
- I will seek professional help to address my “cat issues.”
- I will not use Franklin’s e-mail accounts to send prank love notes to Rick Mondragon.
- I will not use Franklin’s telephone, computer, and/or credit card to order naughty lingerie, sheep-oriented pornography, bulk alcohol, or any other unauthorized purchases.
- I will not use Franklin’s first editions to press insects for my collection.
- I will not use Franklin’s dpns to clean my teeth after meals.
- I will replace the following books which have been damaged by chewing, cigarette burns, and/or alcohol spills: Odes of Horace, Painters and Public Life in Eighteenth-Century Paris, The Kiss of the Whip.
- I will stop referring to the Buddha as “Fatboy.”
- In exchange for my continued room and board, I will perform the following services to the best of my ability and without excessive bitching:
- care and feeding of the sock yarn colony;
- organization and cataloguing of fiber stash and knitting supplies;
- mail sorting; and
- assistance in answering fiber-related questions from blog readers.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
There'll Be Some Changes Made
I, the undersigned, agree that:
If the Vermont clause is invoked, please be so kind as to give advance warning to its kind and gentle inhabitants.
ReplyDeleteThanking you in advance.
It'll be interesting to see how long this lasts.
ReplyDeleteWhat's with item #3? Sounds like a public service to me.
ReplyDeleteNot the dpn's?!? (or is that "!?!") If true, she deserves the mail sorting.
What did you do to that poor girl? I though she'd come back full of piss and vinegar, not... um... pansy-whipped.
ReplyDeleteYou are stifling that poor girl. I never expected that of you, Franklin. You might as well send her to Catholic prep school in Hawaii.
And you actually got her to SIGN it??? Franklin my dear, you should have insisted on having it notarized as well, she can always claim it's not her signature, and/or was signed under duress... does it show that I work for lawyers? ROTFLMAO!
ReplyDeleteI don't know, Franklin, there are probably a dozen loopholes in that arrangement that Dolores will undoubtedly discover. You can't keep a good sheep down. Mary
ReplyDeleteThank god she didn't touch your Starmore books!
ReplyDeleteSheep! Just because they have hooves, they think they can get into anything they want.
Back to the farm in Vermont!?! I'm thinking the threat of becoming lamb chops or mutton steak...the "meat" has already soaked up plenty of "marinade". (Sorry Delores.)
ReplyDeleteBless me, Delores, next you'll be going to church.
ReplyDeleteLittle lamb who made thee?
hey, watch the comments on catholic prep school in hawaii! i went there, you know, (catholic prep school, but not necessarily the same one as franklin) and i'd like to think i turned out fine.
ReplyDeletei'm a knitter, anyway. that has to count for something.
"ridden like a show pony" --
ReplyDeleteYEE HA!!!
Woo-hoo! Franklin goes all ghetto on her. We'll see who has the last laug--bleat.
ReplyDeleteLittle lamb who made thee sounds like something Dolores needs in her mittens. Although, is there a Buddhist creation story?
ReplyDeleteMy God!!! I love the show pony one. I just about died.
ReplyDeleteSo THATS what her middle name is!
ReplyDeleteYou know, sometimes a little time out with a strict Aunt on the left coast gives errant sheep a little perspective, and gratitude for the benefits of their living arrangements.
ReplyDeleteJust when I think things at your blog can't get any stranger... heheheh
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, Dolores pet. You know he won't be able to keep this up for long.
ReplyDeleteGood for you Franklin. Dolores won't buck her meal ticket.
ReplyDeleteFranklin! Just remember that she'll find a way....yes she will!
ReplyDeleteWhat was she on when she signed that agreement...and where can I score some?
ReplyDeleteNow Franklin... do you really want DOLORES to be responsible for sorting your correspondence?
ReplyDeleteSheep oriented pornography... hehe
Being from New Hampshire, I know that threat of being sent back to somewhere without a proper sushi restaurant is enough to get me to sign just about anything.
ReplyDeleteGlad she's back, are we? You could always sic the sock yarn on her, y'know.
ReplyDeleteCan't a girl have a little fun - you're taking all the zest out of her life! I don't know if she'll retain her "Joie de vie" with all those rules.
ReplyDelete::unladylike snorking noises::
ReplyDeleteWelcome home, Dolores! (Psst - have your overnight guests take *you* home. Maybe you'll be lucky and they'll have roommates.)
Odd how no one noticed that you own a book called "Kiss of the Whip." Huh.
ReplyDeleteAnd do we really think that Dolores will abide by these rules?? Huh!
ReplyDeleteyou go, franklin.
ReplyDeleteWhat about the fleece? No fleece in the deal,or is smoke stinky. Tell she could be a blue ribbon winner, if she could go through a "cleanse".
ReplyDeleteSo good luck with that.
OK, you may think you have her behavior covered with your rules, although I'm sure she'll find a loophole. As far as her reciprocating responsibilities, though, well, let me just say as a teacher of remedial high school night school, "the best of my ability" covers a tremendous range of behavior, from the sincere effort to the total blow off. Good luck with that part.
ReplyDeleteDolores, honey, you want to come out the suburbs and sit in on a couple of classes? I have some boys who think they've got Bad Attitudes - I'm thinking you could open up a whole new world of attitude for them. (And they're all 18 or older, so if anyone catches your fancy, well, at least they'd be legal. Don't be expecting discussions of the classics afterwards, however. Maybe the new issue of Car and Driver...)
I would watch my food and drink carefully for the next month or two, Franklin. You never know what Dolores is going to put in it now. Especially since she's been to Akron.
ReplyDelete...Stop calling Buddha 'fat boy'. Ahahahaha!
Exactly how much bitching is considered excessive? Is that one half hour non-stop, or two quiet lines that make you wither like a raisin?
ReplyDeleteI think Dolores is pretty creative; she'll get the best of you yet!
how long will this last?
ReplyDeleteYou want to rethink the mail sorting duties, hon!
ReplyDeleteFor instance, she may well feel that an invitation to the Silver and Gold Ball was meant for her, while the Amex bill was for the shredder. Then the next thing you know, Harry Winston's is calling asking where she went with the tiara that was on loan and the bill collector is threatening to kneecap you for the unpaid Amex.
Just saying.
heehee. it's good to have delores back. thanks, franklin.
ReplyDeleteI smell blackmail. Dolores wouldn't give in so easily otherwise.
ReplyDeleteummm.... "Kiss of the Whip"?
ReplyDeleteGood luck with that, Franklin. Even you cannot anticipate all her possibilities.
ReplyDeleteThe thought of love notes to Rick Mondragon, even prank ones, makes me feel slightly nauseated.
ReplyDeleteI give it two days -- ok, maybe a day and a half.
ReplyDeleteOh, how we've missed her (not that you're not plenty charming in your own right, Franklin)!
ReplyDeleteWelcome home, Lady D!
Hey, I know that the name "Habit" is lurking here somewhere, but I didn't think that applied to Dolores' outerwear? Of course, based on her adventures, I seriously doubt the Sisters would be safe for long.
ReplyDeleteLove it! But letting her deal with the mail? Bad idea. And the hijinks she's going to do with the sock yarn colony, oh, dear! You think they were bad the first time?
ReplyDeleteI usually tell the DH that I'm going to ride him like a pogo stick, but hey...show pony works too.
ReplyDeleteWhy don't you get her to write her memoirs, you know, something like "À la recherche du mouton perdu". That will keep her busy...
ReplyDeleteWoo-hoooooo! Welcome back Dolores!
ReplyDeleteHahahahahahriddenlikeashowponyhahahahahahahah!
ReplyDeleteWelcome home, D!
Welcome home, Dolores! You fuzzy little ewe, you! You've been missed!
ReplyDeleteFranklin--'Kiss of the Whip'????
Good luck.
ReplyDeleteThe rules read like an abridged version of those issued at my fascist co-ed boarding school (famous alums include the late, lamented Spaulding Gray).
ReplyDeleteThe counter revolution can be hell.
Jude @ obscureknitty
I'd have that notarized if I were you.
ReplyDeleteTeensy problem -- at least here in Calif., notarization now requires a thumbprint. They clearly didn't anticipate Dolores when they made that rule.
ReplyDeleteD, honey--if things get too strict there, we've got a spare bedroom for you here, a big library, and lots of urban entertainments. I'll give you your own set of DPNs, but I'm afraid our cat is allergic to cig. smoke....
ReplyDeleteWell, I can see that the first order of business is to come up with some fiber-related questions to post here. I can't wait to see what Dolores might have to say on the subject.
ReplyDeleteI don't understand why everyone's on Delores' side here. Good job setting up stringent ground rules, Franklin.
ReplyDeleteSnotty sheep...
"Sheep-oriented pornography"?
ReplyDeleteThat's not an euphemism for yarn catalogs and fiber festivals, is it?
And please if you send here back to Vermit, send her south. I like the quiet northwest corner.
Don't make her give up the love notes! They divert enrgy from other activities.
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