Date Posted:20:11:38 01/16/03 Thu Author: Stardoe Subject: Please come to Stardoe's cure-all Barbeque.
Booom!!!!!! Oh dear. My hair!
says Stardoe as she puts aside the petrol drum.
Flames rip into the arvo air as she feels where her eyebrows used to be. [NB this is not made up. Stardoe's father actually did this to himself a couple of months back whilst lighting the barby]
Stardoe turns and climbs up the post on her verandah, fixing the banner that invites all of Shipperville to her peace keeping barbeque.
She jumps down and checks on the ANZAC bickies cooling on the rack.
"Hm", she murmurs "I hope KS doesn't crack the cyanide filling in her back tooth on one of these."
She goes out the back where the flames have died down. She throws some fat on the [bbq] plate and scrapes off all the black stuff from last time. She checks the table and arranges the name plates- yeah, name plates- of all her friends. Getting a bit flash in her old age she thinks, she goes inside to make sure the fridge is stocked with all the good stuff. Even bought a case of crownies for the occasion. She checks that the stereo has all of Kenamom's favourites....Anne Murray and Celine Dion. She puts her unfinished crocheting in the corner hoping that CW won't be too drunk later on to finish it off for her. She puts a pen and paper on the desk in the hope that Islandgirl will be moved to pen a new "Mulder and Scully on the run " fan fic. She puts two stools behind the makeshift bar so Bubba and Kande won't have to stand up all night to pour the drinks. She puts the LOTR video in the player so that BDM and KS can nitpic the movie later on after everyone else has passed out. She gets out her drawing attempts so that Scullystar can give her a few pointers later on when things quiten down. She makes sure the first aid kit is in general order incase Scullydoc needs to useit on someone.
Stardoe cracks open one of the crownies and takes a long swig. "Aaaagh" she sighs. "I'm going to sit here all night and watch everyone do what they do best. Make asses of themselves and have fun. She gets up and moves the special cake that she made for Rabid hoping she'll return from the undead. "Don't want Detoured flying in and landing smack in the middle of that now do we? " Stardoe chortles.
Stardoe sits and waits hoping that she hasn't forgotten anyone new or old and that everyone will come and do some of their shipperville, maniacal frivolity because she has missed that lately.
