Once upon a time there was a Major Blonde, and oh what a Major Blonde she was. Her slave name was Nancy, and she lived in sunny, warm Phoenix, Arizona (picture of her very humble abode to the right here). Now Arizona is where Major Blondes rule the roost. Her hen-pecked husband, let's just call him V for short, knew who ruled the roost. So Major Blonde's every whim and request was met with diligence and an immediate response. Work was done, and work was done promptly, or there was hell to pay in Major Blonde land!
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w one day Major Blonde was cooking dinner (picture to the left of the outlandishly small kitchen that Major Blonde has to deal with due to her cheapskate husband V). I know, I know, what in the heck is Major Blonde doing cooking? What is her ungrateful husband doing? Likely goofing off again in Chicago, but that's a story for another blog. Well anyway, Major Blonde is busy cooking for her family when she notices that the recipe for her very fine meal calls for grated cheese. Looking into the refrigerator, Major Blonde realizes that her good-for-nothing husband has forgotten to grate the cheese before his boondoggle to Chicago. Man, what a lousy husband, but what's a Major Blonde to do.
Realizing that her husband V has let her down once again, Major Blonde realizes that if she wants the job done right, she just better do it herself. Well, Major Blonde searches all the places where a cheese grater should be found, but it is no where to be found. Where could this devilish thing be? Has her offish husband misplaced it yet again? Man, what's a Major Blonde to do?? Good husbands are so hard to come by. Well, we'll just have to remedy that situation at a later date, but for now the priority is to find that mis-placed cheese grater.
Tune in tomorrow for more on the "Adventures of Major Blonde and Her Cheese Grater"
