We were attempting to do so last night, but I became increasingly distracted.
By a fly.
Said fly had been making it's presence known all evening at Seersucker Central, and I was fit to be tied.
Marilyn could tell I was frustrated, and she stopped speaking. She became very still, and quiet. I was creeping through the hallway into the kitchen with my Shoe-Fly Fly Swatter:
(mine is pink, of course, but you get the idea)
I was speaking in a low tone telling that fly he was MINE. I am just about DONE with all of these bees and yellow jackets and flies and such. I will not tolerate them trying to take over my home. I was full of wine, and let me tell you I was just about to throw down when........
I hear Marilyn Monroe screeching!
I cannot make out what she is saying, but when I ran into the living room this is what I saw:
Marilyn Monroe had caught that fly in her hand!! Can you imagine?!?!?! I would not lie to you, dear readers. Marilyn was hopping all around and I said to her "Marilyn, are you SURE you caught that fly in your hand?" She proclaimed that she was sure, and we went onto the front porch to have a look. When she opened her hand....sure enough...there was the fly.
Marilyn Monroe will hence forth and ever after be called Mr. Miyagi.
End of story.