Meanwhile, in another part of the City of Angels: "Be home early," Darla said. "We're having a party tonight."
"Oh, man, " I kvetched. "Your friends? Are you sure they got brought back all the way? Some of them still bring coffins to mind."
She always asks me this stuff after sex, cause she knows she's got me wrapped around her...little finger. And then, Drusilla came bounding in. "Miss Edith wants to pick a pretty frock for the party. Maybe the Queen of Hearts will be there." And she starts singing to herself, which I frickin' hate, especially first thing. So like usual, I say the first thing that comes to mind, which I should never do. "It's too early in the night for that crazy crap, Dru. Go away till I've had my first coffee drinker of the evening, ok?"
So of course, she cries, which makes me feel like a heel.(As many times as women have cried in front of me, it never gets easier.)"You don't love me, not like Daddy...(Don't ask about that. I thought I knew it all about fucked-up, Stanley-and-Stella...I'm speaking of Williams, here, not the Big Man...hurts-so-good relationships. But the order of Aurelius? A real education. I had a chart, but it got too complicated so I threw it out.) -more-

I get up, put my arms around her. "Shh, baby, it's ok. You know the Munchkin says stuff he doesn't mean all the time. I'll teach you the "Name Game" sweetie. Or "This Land Is Your Land...all the verses. (I know what you're thinking, but it was not a sexual thing. She was like a little sister....a crazy, homicidal little sister of whom I was secretly very afraid. That analogy didn't hold up well, did it?)

She was like a little sister....a crazy, homicidal little sister of whom I was secretly very afraid.

Omigod, I love that line. Erika, you so ROCK!

...(Don't ask about that. I thought I knew it all about fucked-up, Stanley-and-Stella...I'm speaking of Williams, here, not the Big Man...hurts-so-good relationships. But the order of Aurelius? A real education. I had a chart, but it got too complicated so I threw it out.)

Love, love, love this! I am in awe of my common law co-wife. You rock the party all night long.

Aw, thanks. If there was Munch & Dru, I think that is what it would look like, because that is a level of crazy even Munch wouldn't want to get intimate with. But he'd feel for her...call her kid, chuck her under the fangs. And be very afraid.KatP, I knew the Bitches would dig that. So nice of you to say though.(How scary is it that I can describe Munch's love life?! The plural marriage is my best hope, isn't it??) I can just picture him hearing about that, thinking "I thought *my* family was fucked up..." and maybe wanting to beat up Angelus.

I am in awe of my common law co-wife. You rock the party all night long.

Dayum, Kat, doesn't she just?

"allllll the verses!"

Aw, you guys, putting that happy face on my dysfunction... Deb, I just got this image of him teaching Dru all these hippie songs, because he just has to leave his mark everywhere he goes. And if she's gonna sing, might as well be something with a message he can tolerate.Also, it totally reminds me of Anne Lamott's story about teaching her kid "What do we want? Peace. When do we want it? Now." In kind of a screwed-up, macabre way, of course.ETA: I need somebody who's very comfortable with Munch as a character to beta for me. I wrote the next scene on the assumption that he "has layers" but now I wonder if I've feminized/ Baylissized him overmuch.

McSweeney's has their own version of the drabble.

You know, there was a McSweeney's title challenge floating around livejournal awhile back, and ever since I found their list of lists I've *still* been getting titles from it. About the last ten fics I've written have taken titles from it. It's awesome, and hilarious.

erika, I now have the picture in my head of Munch teaching Dru Country Joe and the Fish: "Well it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for? Don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam...."

I wonder what she'd replace half the lyrics with? Especially that line about "be the first on your block to have your boy come home in a box!"

Don't know...maybe that would make her spin off into "Yummy, Yummy, Yummy"...I know Munch would probably hate "Yummy," but I could see him exposing her to it inadvertently. Or maybe, she'd just get excited and have to stop? I put some more up in lj.(A little bit tortured, maybe.) [link]