Being that Easter with my family does not involve an egg hunt, rather, is more likely to involve a hunt for who might be violating a protective order, I opted to spend it with Sleepless, Little Sleep, Ice Cream Man, Ashterisk, and two of their parents.
I arrived late and unfashionable – I hate just finished working in my yard and, with the exception of a clean bandage on my wound, I was a bit of a dirty girl. Fortunately, for me, they had been enjoying apéritifs and had not yet started dinner. Little Sleep offered to say a prayer and, as she did so, Ashterisk and Rip made noises and giggled. Little Sleep finished the prayer (luckily it was a short one) and Ashterisk clapped. I have a great amount of respect for Ashterisk.
We started dinner and it was like an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond with cameo appearances from the entire cast of Arrested Development. At one point I excused myself to go to the restroom and, while in there, I heard Rip asking if I’d like to have another baby. I came out of the restroom and told him, “I would, but it isn’t possible.” “Have you tried butter?” he said, then dipped the butter knife into the soft brick of butter sitting on the table. “No,” I replied.
“Here we go with the Rip Tips,” Ice Cream Man said. “We should get him a show,” Ashterisk suggested and added, “Having trouble with your sex life? Try butter. That was Rip Tips. We now return to your regular scheduled program.” “Even better,” Ice Cream Man proudly interjected, “Just the Tip. From, Rip.” He was right. That title was even better. “Just the tip, that’s how I got you,” Rip informed Ashterisk, paying no heed to our plans for television. Two episodes, scripted and ready to go!