This Hour is Our Someday + Flashback

“This Our is Hour Someday” Mondegreen

50 Shades of Mondegreen (Shades of Grey/50 Shades)

He’s singing: “She had a To Do list . . . ”

in the kitchen while he’s chopping greens for an omellette.

They sang at a place close enough to his farmhouse that they got home at a reasonable hour, made tender love in the morning and now, shile she’s napping off the orgasm, he’s going to surprise her with eggs.

There was a song last night, they sing it all the time, but lately, he’s been getting shivers everytime she comes to the line about “This hour is our someday”, something about seizing the moment and how THIS is as good as it will ever get for them.  He’s inclined to agree, but he sees much bigger things for her.

She has a lovely voice, and if he could get her in front of the right people, she could get a contract.  Go on without him. He’s more than happy to have her, but she’s too good to him and for him.  Its only right for him to play Svengali and Pygmalion (wait, that was the name of the statue-no Galatea)

She’s just another temporary rest stop on the highway.

by the time he’s done, he will have talked himself out of proposing to her. And turned back into his grumpy old man view of the world

The last line would be:

“There’s no more maple syrup,” he growled as he picked up his guitar and began noodling around with a blues lick.  

She knew that his meant the brief moment of sunshine was over and made sure to grab a book off the shelf so she would have company over her eggs and dry pancakes.

The lovelier his music got, the more intensely beautiful, the worse his mood. Trying to get him out of it: joking, sexy, demanding, none of it worked.  She preferred having other people around mornings like this.  It made her feel less lonely.

She had read an interview with him recently.  Something about his last best chance. Some girl (certainly not her) that he had been mooning over.   As a separate question, the interviewer (a girl who was clearly flirting with him and he with her, so much so that she was certainly

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EARLY ON at the RADIO STATION??)

I have a nurse friend who won’t give me a shot in the ass. Something about her professional honor or some other piece of legal bullshit she signed.  Such a letigious society!  Everyone’s afraid of everything!! Here, you do it!!

He pulled down enough of his pants that she was able to get a good detailed view of his naked left buttcheek. Freckled and pale, it resembled nothing close to what she remembered from the posters she hung on the wall as a kid. Flaccid and fleshy, How could she have ever been attracted to THAT?

Besides, the NURSE probably had a legit reason, these days people were always being sued.  She didn’t have any such oligation.  Sure, he said it was an “herbal remedy”, but that could mean anything from a useless vitamin or herb from some aromatherapy person to some kind of weird drug.  He’s had a history and as far as she knew, he was in AA.  But she was just an intern.  No power. No nursing degree. He could be shooting heroin.  She could be arrested for shooting heroin into his butt.

She made a mental note to wipe her prints off the syringe and to make sure she was NOT the last person to have seen him alive.  She just had to get him to the ribbon cutting ceremony.  If he dropped dead, she would just walk away slowly.