Close to Home by John McPherson for December 28, 2020

Well at least it’s working for you. Now you maybe better let her read it.

I see Bleeb is gone. At least this one’s a 2010 so not to be expected.

Bleeb must be poop out from all the Christmas celebrations. Taking the day off.

It’s working! You remembered!

Time to re-gift it to you-know-who…

Bleeb hasn’t left the building?

You may need to share your second copy with her.

Thanks for the memories.

Now you can give it to her

Hey, I’ve got a good memory, its just short!

Yaa! It worked. Drat!

Appropriately enough, this also appeared in my 2020 page-a-day calendar.

So that’s where the other one went!

JOHNNNNN-SON!!

“Yes sir, you barked, sir?“

“Johnson, I want you to schedule the bug for a short bit with only a few lines… hopefully he can hold it together for a short one.“

“Yes sir. Uh, what shall I tell the bug… er, Mr. Bleeb, his lines are sir?“

“Just give him this script, Johnson… and let him figure it out on his own!“

“Yes sir, will do sir.“

“Mr. Bleeb, sir. The Director asked me to deliver this script containing your lines for the next scene, sir.“

“Tʜᴀɴᴋ’sʜ Jᴏʟsᴏɴ, I ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇsʜɪᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ’sʜ ғᴏʀ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪᴛ (ʜɪᴄᴋ) ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʙᴇ… ᴀʙᴅᴏᴅᴇ… ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇssʜɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ… Oғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇɪɴᴅ’sʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, Jɪᴍᴘsᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴛʟʏʏʏʏʏʏ… ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ’ᴇᴍ! Hᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴇᴇᴇ! Nᴏᴡ, ɪ’ᴍ sʜᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ!“

“Yes sir, and it’s “Johnson” sir.“

“Rɪɢʜᴛ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ, sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ Jᴀᴍɪsᴏɴ! Nᴏᴡ, ʟᴇᴛ’sʜ sʜᴇᴇ…. Hᴏᴏ-ᴡᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’sʜ ʙʟᴜʀʀʏ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪsʜ sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ᴍɪsʜ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ! I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ’ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇᴇ ɪғ ᴏʟ’ ʙᴜɴɢ’s ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴʏ sʜɴᴀᴘᴘs! Hᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ!“

… Cont’d tomorrow

Houston, we have a problem….

“No I didn’t!”

And…today isn’t my birthday…

My wife was just getting on me about my memory; guess I need that book.

John could use that book, he’s repeating himself.

“Bleeb” implies plurality. Since there’s only one of him, shouldn’t’t his name be “Bloob”?

Now I remember. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.

Uh oh, it must have worked!