On the seventh day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me
Seven shows a-sassing,
Six books a-writing,
Four pumpkin cakes
Three cough drops
Two cuddly cats
And a family that’s dear to me.
D: Seven shows a-sassing?
A: Do you have something better?
D: Seven Dwarves a-singing?
A: It’s 13 dwarves, D.
D: I did not mean those dwarves, A.
A: So that means you didn’t intend for me to showcase the Desolation of Smaug end credits song here?
A: Too late!
D: You have no shame. So tell me about this show that was “a-sassing.” Can a show really sass?
A: You sass, why can’t a show sass?
D: I think you just like the word.
A: Perhaps – it is, after all, you with an “s” added to the front.
D: Me with an “s” added… are you calling me Superman?
A: (Eye roll) I just spent the last three hours of my life couch-bound and near-voiceless, wheezing and laughing along with Spaced. Totally wacked-out, totally awkward, and totally hilarious.
D: And totally sassy?
A: Now you’re just mocking me.
D: . . . yes. And doing quite well, might I add.
A: Quite. I didn’t look it up, but I’m fairly certain there’s a horror story incorporated into each episode. What can I say? I thought the show was pretty spectacular.
D: Oh well that is simply fascinating (yawn). So I’ll just wander on off –
D: Oh my gods, what was that?!
A: Hm. Sorry. Dragon.
D: . . . . ?
A: I can’t talk well, but he certainly can.
D: Indeed – he launches it pretty well too. I think he singed my cloak.
A: Indeed! (Grin) ‘Night, D.
D: Do I need to be concerned about the Dragon, A?
A: I don’t know what you’re talking about, D – now if you’ll excuse me?
D: No, I don’t think we’re done discussing the Dragon, A. A? A, come back here! Bloody woman!
This is the seventh in a series on my own brand of NaNoWriMo – or rather, my Non-NaNo. Gotta love those dragons! And that sassy show. Stay tuned for what tomorrow will bring in our 30 days of NaNo.