“Priya! You came!” Delia squealed with delight, jumping down from her seat on the bar, ankles somehow remaining unbroken as she dashed toward the door.
Happy Birthday Fred Astaire (May 10, 1899 – June 22, 1987)
“Do it big, do it right and do it with style”
I got bored and made some of the girls here
So … I made the girl’s engagement rings …
Two hours. They had been in this line for two hours now. Two hours of Sophia crying, Simon complaining that he was hungry, and who knew what Josie was jabbering on about. Sophia, Vladimir could forgive. She was four years old and they hadn’t anticipated the waiting in line for Santa to cut into her nap time. Simon on the other hand was almost seven years old. He knew how to behave or rather he should have. Besides, the kid hadn’t eaten more than he had at lunch. Vladimir was surprised he hadn’t thrown up. Vladimir visibly shuddered as an image of his son puking on Santa Claus flashed in his head.
One hundred and thirty dollars, the stupid fake Christmas tree had cost him hundred and thirty dollars. Plus however much Josie managed to rack up on his credit card on ornaments and other decorations. Why had he let Josie move in again? Oh right. The cat needed her. Vladimir smiled. He would never say it out loud but he kind of needed her too.
“What are you smiling about, love? Finally getting infected by the Christmas spirit our new tree brings?” She kissed him cheek, walking over to hang a few silver ball ornaments. Vladimir rolled his eyes. She was making his apartment look like some picture out of a Home & Garden magazine. It made Josie happy, but he didn’t much care for it. “Oh, Vladimir don’t give me that look; it’s beautiful. See, even Peanut likes it.”
She swooped up the cat she had dropped of all those years ago into her arms. Josie then plopped down next to him on the couch. Vladimir put his arm around Josie. “Peanut just enjoys all this tinsel to play with.”
the only solution
Vladimir and Josie might have to do this after what Peanut did in my Day Eight Christmas prompt, which I’m about to finish!
[01/300] pictures of the game of thrones cast
Possible faceclaim for Josie … what do you think?
“No,” Vladimir said, pushing the box away from him with his feet. All he wanted was to sit on the couch and nap after mass. And here Josie wanted to bedazzle his apartment with Christmas decorations. She had lived here for less than a week and already Josie was taking over his apartment. This morning he couldn’t find his clothes because Josie had packed the closet full of her own.
“Please.” She clasped her hand together as if begging him. Vladimir just closed his eyes, laying his head back on the couch. Puppy eyes hadn’t worked when she was sixteen; they weren’t going to work now. Josie seemed to realize that as she stamped her foot. Vladimir hoped she broke her heel. “Vladimir! It’s Christmas.”
Maggie searched frantically around the room, desperate to find the jar David had filled with candy on Valentine’s Day. She always kept it in the box labeled with his name in the back of her closet. Yet, now it was nowhere to be found. David was so sensitive; he would probably think she was rejecting him or that losing it was the universe trying to tell them something. Of course, both of those ideas were preposterous. Anyone with a sense of logic knew that. Unfortunately, logic would never be a skill David excelled in. A frightening concept since the man was studying to be a gynecologist.
Maggie had just dived under her bed when she heard someone enter the room. “Mags? What in the world are you doing?
(Imagine that woman is Josie.)
Vladimir would like to point out that Josie made him wear the shirt. He doesn’t do pink … or suits really.
Emily’s baking at home …
Queue: Josie, Georgie and Maggie staring at the oven waiting for the cookies to be done …
Okay, just Georgie.
Josie would be trying to stick to a diet she doesn’t need to be on and eventually cave.
Maggie would be reading a book, patiently waiting for the cookies to finish.
Josie didn’t know anything about Tyler Michaels except that he had platinum blonde hair, drove a motorcycle and was the senior captain of the baseball team. Yet, as he leaned against her locker, Josie found herself like she had been crushing on him for years. As she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, Josie felt like she was queen of the world. She knew she was hot. She knew that boys found her desirable; they told her all the time. But Tyler was a senior boy; he was from uncharted territory.