Cathy McDonald (notatypicallife) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-05 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | cathy mcdonald (née hyatt), lindsey mcdonald |
Who: Cathy Hyatt and Lindsey McDonald
What: Vegging out. Because following an epic spell of Broadway-esque choreography, they need it.
When: Late evening, forward dated to the 6th.
Where: Their apartment.
Rating: TBD
Status: Thread; incomplete.
Cathy had never expected for her life to become a living musical. To be perfectly frank, she had never wanted it that way, so it came as something of a surprise to her that she had enjoyed the spell of singing and dancing in L.A. as much as she had. It had been fun, but furthermore, it had been something she was familiar with. Something she was good at. For once, in the midst of this city's otherworldly phenomenon, she hadn't felt left in the dark.
And then there was the fact that certain things that had been said and done in song that took the event from an enjoyable reprieve to a brief, albeit important, chapter in her life. While she couldn't seem to quit staring at the ring on her left hand in disbelief, the truth remained that she was engaged. To a man she loved in a way that redefined everything the word had ever meant to her.
She never thought that would be possible.
"I left the first bag in the microwave for too long, and it burnt beyond recognition," she babbled to said man in her life, carrying a bowl of freshly (and successfully made) popcorn in her left hand. "The box said a minute and a half but I don't think it--" An 'oof' escaped her as Cerberus decided to investigate the contents of the bowl for himself, bouncing up onto the actress, paws on her stomach. Cathy held the bowl over her head, shooting Lindsey a 'help me' expression as she tried to gently knee the dog back to all fours. "Reb, no. Down."
A mischievous wag of his tail indicated that he understood the command perfectly well, but had no intentions of obeying. She rolled her eyes. "Lindsey, your dog!"