Kelly in a jam
Took the day off today to relax and start in on the Yuletide rigamarole. Kel’ and I ran around town trying to find gifts for others and ended up with wrapping paper and no gifts for anyone else but ourselves. We ran into my step father, Peter the Potter, at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts gift shop. Sure enough he and I were both looking to buy the same thing for another member of our family, which I am hoping is much more cleverly ironic than it is coincidental. But the big score of the day were these individual Charlie’s Angels cards we found at Theater Antiques, They feature Kelly mixed up in all kinds of wacky capers, solving crimes in that perfect coif that would kick Linda Carter’s golden lasso slinging, invisible jet flying ass, if she was ever to throw down. Sometimes, it’s just easy to have a name that’s not very unique [ Ed: Or at least that’s what people like John and Kelly need to keep telling themselves ]. We were way too amused. Enough so that we dropped the pretense of buying other people stuff and just concentrated on building our own Charlie’s Angels card collection – coming up with names for cards that they had failed to put into the collection in the first place. Por Ejemplo:
Kelly in a pickle.
Kelly eats a hotdish.
Kelly – “Whatever! I do what I want”.
Kelly smells a rat.
Kelly! Look out behind you!
Kelly gives Bosley the evil eye.
Kelly serves for the set.
Kelly in an underground mine shaft.