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Fiddle Dee Dee, I’ll Think about that Tomorow


 

Katie Scarlett O’Hara was a bratty little snit.

It’s not her fault. She was written that way.

A few nights ago my husband was working an event late and was not expected to come home, sleepy-eyed, until past 1 am. As I began to feel a mega-early bedtime beckoning me, I saw that “Gone with the Wind” was coming on. Having seen it numerous times, but never in chronological order,I decided to partake. So I set the DVR to record it as it began, because I knew I would make it just shy of the amputation scene before I pooped out. I hate that scene. It really freaked me out as a child, and I was all too glad to have a stopping place for the night.

The next day, as I came in and dropped all my bags on the dining room table, I decided to pick up where I left off. I got to revel in Butterfly McQueen exclaiming that she “don’t know nothing about birthing babies!” Always loved that scene. It’s just so fun to watch Vivien Leigh playing Scarlett, and even better when she gets mad! On this day, however, my Rhett Butler (sans the dashing hat) came home, so I put the old South to bed. (Wish some of these old politicals would do the same thing. But that’s a whole other post.)

So, day three. Sherman has burned Atlanta, Scarlett still looks 16, and the dress made from green velvet curtains has seen the light of the day. Today I pick up at the scene where the men-folk come home, feigning drunkenness to fool the lawman. They had to make sure no one found out that they went to rough up some 1800’s gangster who had been looking to take Miss Scarlett’s “parasol” without permission. (“Parasol” means vajayjay in 19th century speak, by the way. Watch it again, I’m not being nasty, it’s true. It was 1939, after all. Today it would of have been a horrible scene, I’m sure. I prefer the 1939 scene. After all, I actually just used the word “vajayjay” in my blog.)

Soon after, Mellie and Bonnie had gone and died, and Rhett told Miss Fancy Pants that he didn’t give a damn what she did, or with whom. Rhett is really famous for that last zinger he threw to her, but I actually got much more amusement from Scarlett stating that, whatsoever may be unpleasant, “that she would just think about it tomorrow”, or “another day.” My personal favorite is the vague yet decidedly firm, “I’ll think about it some other time.”  Mind you, this is a woman whose problems consist of her city being burned down, her family plantation being demolished, her mother gone, her father acting really, super crazy, the man she loves married to the nicest gal in town, she has none

"The Yankees are after me lucky charms!"

but a carrot to eat, and she is forced to wear curtains to beg for money from a man in jail. Oh, sure, she is bratty and bitchy and all that jazz – but she inspired me tonight! Because after I was done watching the epic unfold, my own (albeit much less serious) was beginning. My unbalanced washing machine was tripping the light fantastic across the laundry room floor. My reproductive clinic sent me a bill for $450 of which I owe nothing, and I found out I have to stop one of my very regular medications in preparing for the embryo transfer. I had to wash towels, walk the dog, think about bills…..I was kind of bitchy myself, and almost started to whine a bit about it all……and then, in the midst of getting my petticoat in a bunch, KSO’s pretty little face appeared before me:

“Just deal with it tomorrow!”

Wow! Procrastination is so much better when you use don’t call it procrastination, ladies! Yes, by sweetly telling yourself you will deal with it tomorrow, you also can feel like you just removed the weight of the world from your shoulders! Like getting an extra half hour of sleep! An excuse to not vacuum! I mean, it won’t give you a 17 and a half inch waist or a sassy name like “Scarlett,” but you can just give yourself one more extra day to get back into your own little melodrama.

So, here’s to Scarlett! Thanks for making me just a little less of a responsible grown woman today.  

"No problem, Sugar!"

 

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