2019-12-08 - Texty Texts

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I had the pleasure of working with Alexander the other day! I really like him

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : Hey, you! He mentioned that he was out-fought and out-smarted by a four-inch madman, but he really liked the fact that he got paid for it.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : He said that if it weren't for you and Bennie that he would have been worse off. Thank you for looking out for him.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : What about you, though? How is your ankle?

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I don't think any of us would've done well alone. You know the old saying, 'teamwork makes the dream work!' 😃 I am fine, it was just a minor sprain. I think my pride was wounded more than my ankle was.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : I heard that horrible elf cut your leg! What a bastard! I'm so glad you guys caught it in the end. I also heard you stole Patrick's wine after all of it. Are the two of you talking again?

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : The bastard made little ninja stars with paperclips shoved in them. But it wasn't a big cut. And.. I guess? Talking. Arguing. There are words being said.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : I suppose that fulfills the very technical definition of talking. But as long as you are alright, I'm happy. Do you want anything specific for Christmas or should I surprise you?

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I'm fine. Everything on that front is fine. But oh! I hadn't thought about it, I guess Christmas is coming up right around the corner, isn't it?

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : It sure is. Honestly, I'm dreading it. I have no ideas save for a few. You though, I can think of something easily, and Alexander's gift is going to require some creative execution on my part. And the closer we get to the date the more crowded and ridiculous the mall is going to be.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : Speaking of ridiculous. I had a thought. About the other side.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : It's been a long time since I've had people to shop for. I usually send my brothers a little something, but I order online 😃 What are you thinking of getting Alexander? And what is your ridiculous thought?

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : I don't want to say because I might absolutely fail at it but I am making him something. Are you getting Patrick anything? Does he deserve more than coal?

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : My ridiculous thought is...remember what the Tour Guide said about the carousel and how it turns clockwise every day unless it's Tuesday? Maybe we can pack up a thermos of hot chocolate and go stake it out on the other side on a Tuesday to see what happens.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : Oh, I don't know. He said he didn't want to be friends and I agreed, and we aren't.. anything, I guess. I don't know.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I like the idea of going to see the carousel! I am not sure we'll find anything, but it would be fun to see regardless.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : He said he didn't want to be friends. What does that mean? Does he want to be more than friends, or less than friends? He needs to be more specific.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : I think so, if nothing else this gives us an opportunity to explore the park. Alexander said he would like to come on expeditions, but I think it's less out of enthusiasm and more because he's protective. And curious. Very curious.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : Being vague is Patrick Addington's specialty. Questioning everything related to him at this point would drive a person crazy. For example - I asked him if he was going to the tree trimming cocktail party, and his answer was 'possibly'.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I'd love to have Alexander join us. He is a nice person 🙂

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : ...you said he was a lawyer, right? I think that might explain everything. In my admittedly limited experience, lawyers tend to use vague terms that way they can spin their meaning however they want. They're only precise when they have to defend a position and then they get pedantic as all hell. That's how Pursley's lawyers were anyway.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : Great! I'm really glad you like him! Is there anyone you would like to bring?

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : It's fine. As I said, everything involving him is fine. I was going to go to the cocktail party whether or not he'd be there.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I don't have anybody in mind, no. We could bring August again, he seems like a nice enough person.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : Alright, well...I'll meet you there, then? I intended to go, and I'm not sure if Alexander wants to spend that much time around Patrick. I keep meaning to ask, I don't think they got along in high school. Patrick's an Addington, and he's...Alexander.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : August is great. I'll invite him. This should be fun! ...I think. I wonder if we'll see the Tour Guide again.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : It was a bit like oil and water, the two of them. That's why Patrick asked me to come, I think. To play interference. I suppose Patrick is much like wine - an acquired taste. I can imagine for Alexander, he's just a bunch of sour grapes.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : But we will have fun together if Alexander doesn't come 🙂 And I hope the carousel will be fun, but it will at least be an adventure.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : We will! And even if he does come, I'll attach you to my hip anyway. And yes, adventure is good. Do you know what you're going to wear to it?

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I have a cute dress! [inserted is a pic of the dress I showed you forever ago except it's RED not black]

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : That's gorgeous! Classy, but sexy. And I love the color, it's my favorite. Two thumbs up.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : I'm looking forward to going. Even if Patrick doesn't show up.

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : Alright, well I better get going. I'm glad you're okay and that your leg and ankle are better. I'll chat with you soon about the Carousel, and I'll stop by later and deliver your present. Please be safe.

(TXT to Isabella) Anne : You too 🙂

(TXT to Anne) Isabella : And if he did show up? At least you'll look like a million dollars. Not that you don't every day. I'll see you later, Blue Eyes.