Wow! I accidentally left you guys with a real cliff-hanger yesterday on the blog. Completely by accident, I swear! So I decided to have Curtis, my husband, recount the end of my fight story in the style of a great comic book superhero! Curtis blogs about being a dad (and sometimes he blogs about Anthropologie) over at One-Step Father. I think he's really funny, and I don't think I'm that biased ;) Check him out; add him to your reader; show him some love!
When last we left our young fashion-conscious protagonist, she had been challenged to a dual at The Pole of the Flag by a beastly creature that was more angst and pigtails than human.
As if death itself had settled upon her shoulders, Katie boldly began her procession to the rendezvous point. Victory was unlikely, only survival was an attainable goal. Ahead in the distance, the flagpole could be seen against the afternoon sky. While other girls were home eating O'Boise's or these new-fangled Hot Pockets and watching Rikki Lake and TaleSpin, Katie was preparing for the worst. Would her nemesis relent if the first blow took her off her feet? Would she have to be pulled off her? Would her plastic ball barrettes be used as nunchucks somehow? The answer would come soon.
The sunlight was harsh and the wind still as she reached her destination. Clubber KiKi had yet to arrive. Tom Petty was right, the waiting was the hardest part. Resolved to at least make a strong showing, Katie imagined herself practicing her Kung Fu moves. She had to imagine it because the actual practice would take a toll on her Jellies, and she may need those to offer some level of protection from foot stomps.
Minutes passed. Perhaps hours. Smashly Simpson never came. Perhaps she checked out early or forgot. Perhaps she saw Katie's smoldering rage and martial arts skills in the thought bubble floating over her head. She never showed. Fright and fear for safety changed her mind because clearly it wasn't pity for a fighting machine from the future in the guise of Katie. Disaster averted, Katie went home unharmed and just in time for Chip N Dale Rescue Rangers. There may be no case too big nor case too small, but their help was not needed today.