We've had quite a number of folks who came up with the correct answer this week. It's "The Taming of the Shrew." Congratulations to all.
(For Three-Word Wednesday and ABC Wednesday: "A" is for "agony")
Here’s the weekly Berownial Quiz.
I wrote the following, inspired by one of the well-known Shakespeare plays. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is - this is suggestive of which play?
Dear Mom: You wrote that you were sorry you were unable to attend your grand-daughter’s wedding.
Don’t feel bad about it. Missing her wedding was the best thing you could have done. Unfortunately, I couldn’t miss it; as father of the bride I had to be there.
What a shambles! What a disaster! Jeff shows up wearing cargo shorts and some sort of flip-flops instead of shoes, and he was wearing a T-shirt that read “Brigham Young, Tell ‘Em Nothing” on it.
My guess is no one ever showed up for a wedding dressed like that.
The Reverend Hazelton, who we got, at considerable expense, especially for this ceremony, was ready to pack it all in and leave once he got a good look at Jeff. Who - did I mention? - was also very much under the alfluence of inkohol, if you get what I mean. The slob could hardly walk straight.
Now I know that Ellen has gotten some criticism in her life. They say she’s too “difficult.” Well, she’s a beautiful, luscious young woman who is very outspoken and that does seem to rub some folks the wrong way. She sometimes says things she would later wish she hadn’t said – or at least we wish she hadn’t said.
But she didn’t deserve this kind of dismal wedding. It was agony for me to have to watch the ceremony. I was ready to cancel the whole deal, but she waffled; she said that in spite of everything she wanted to go through with it.
I think that secretly she sort of likes Jeff and that she sees some good in him that I can't see. Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do but wish them the best.
After the “I now pronounce you” speech Jeff picked Ellen up like a sack of Uncle Ben’s rice and walked off with her. God only knows how this marriage is going to work out. It’s not going to be paradise, that’s for sure. I give it three weeks, at the most.
Believe me, Mom, missing Ellen’s wedding is the best thing you could have done. Happy new year from your loving son.
Go on; have a go. The above suggests which Shakespeare play?
(Submitted also to Sunday Scribblings.)
1 year ago