Anna checked her list. “Let’s see. Big-Mart opens at eighteen-hundred on Thanksgiving….”

Bob groaned.

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Harrumph and Da Ballotz. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….

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“Sweetheart,” Anna said, as sweetly as a regular Coke topped with Cool Whip, “you know I like to plan holiday shopping as an event.”

“More like a military campaign,” Bob replied, as drily as a glass of Grenache Blanc topped with sawdust, “complete with grease-penciled map overlays. One year’s plan filled a three-ring binder.”

“That’s why I got this.” She held up her smartphone. “Now I’ll have our objectives, maneuver routes, and rally points at my fingertips.”

“I assume you’ll assign me to logistics again?” Bob asked

Anna shook her head and thumbed her phone. “Last year you overestimated our granola bar consumption by twenty-three percent, and underestimated our water consumption by nineteen percent. So I’ve detailed Connie to handle logistics this year.”

“Whew,” Bob said. “We’ll have plenty of ChapStik, at least.”

“I heard that, dad!” the teen called from her room.

“Odd,” Bob mused. “She can hear that, but not you asking her to do the dishes.”

“That’s why she’s not in charge of comms,” Anna said.

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Have fun!

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