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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Don't Cut off Your Nose to Spite Your Face" (without using the actual phrase or litera (02/14/08)

TITLE: Not Just Another Crock-Pot
By Deborah Engle
02/17/08


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“There you are! You’re late. I was beginning to think that turning 30 was more than you could handle.” Molly’s best friend Lisa had a way of getting right to the point.

“I’m not late, your watch is just fast.” The two women settled in for a nice visit. “You know, turning thirty is a big deal. I don’t know why, but it is eating at me.”

“Oh, we all go through that-don’t worry about it. I’m sure Phil will have a nice evening planned for you tonight, and once you get past today, you’ll forget all about it.”

“Phil--have a nice evening planned? Wouldn’t that be different. He doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Have you forgotten the “New and Improved” food storage system he got me for Christmas?”

“Oh, don’t be so quick to dismiss the idea. He tries, in his own way. Maybe this time will be different.”

“Yeah, well I’m not getting my hopes up.”

However, in spite of herself, Lisa’s words reverberated in her mind the rest of the day. Memories of whispered phone calls and something being quickly shoved into a pocket when she entered the room came back to her mind. By the end of the day, no matter how she tried to dissuade herself, Molly was convinced her quiet, predictable Phil was planning something big.

That evening they sat on the sofa in front of a crackling fire. Phil’s card was the first surprise-it was the loveliest one she had ever received from him, and the verse brought tears to her eyes. Just as she began to read the note he had written, his pager went off.

“I have to check this out. Go ahead and read it. I’ll be right back.”

In the light of the flickering firelight, she read, “We’ve talked about this in the past. Now we’ll be able to experience it--together. With all my love, Phil”

Molly’s mind was awhirl with the uncharacteristically romantic card and mysterious message. Smiling as she waited for Phil to return, she eyed the pretty little package he had set on the table in front of the sofa.

Phil hurried back into the room with his coat on. “Molly, I’m sorry, it’s an emergency. I have to go, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Hesitating, he smiled and said, “Go ahead and open your present if you want. We can talk about it later.” And with that, he was gone.

Stunned and disappointed, Molly wasn’t sure what to do. She picked up her card and read the note again, then decided to open her gift.

As the wrapping fell away, Molly’s mouth fell open. “What is this? A copy of “Alaskan Adventures”? The book Phil has read a hundred times since he was a kid? ‘Now we can experience it-together!’ So he thinks I’m going to read it with him? Is he nuts? So much for romance. I should have been content with another kitchen appliance!”

By now, Molly was pacing the floor, angry that she had allowed herself to have any expectations, but hurt that Phil had failed to see her need for some kind of real celebration on this difficult day. Every glance at the book produced another wave of indignation until, in frustration, she threw it into the fire. Then she ran upstairs, fell onto the bed, and wept.

Several hours later, Phil sat on the side of the bed and shook Molly awake. “Honey, what did you think? Were you surprised? I kind of thought you’d call me.”

Molly turned over and glared at her husband. “Are you serious? Why not just give me toaster? At least that would have been useful!”

Phil sat quietly for a minute, looking at her tear-streaked face. “Apparently, you didn’t see everything. Where is the book?”

“By now, it’s nothing but ashes! Now leave me alone, I’m really not in th...”

”What do you mean, ashes? Tell me you’re not serious!” Phil ran to the fireplace and began raking through the residue, but there was nothing to retrieve. In shock, he sat on the sofa, muttering. “So much for my attempt at romance.”

Molly walked into the room as he spoke, and upon hearing him, said, “What romance? There are four copies of that book in this house already.”

Phil looked sadly at his wife. “This one was different. There were two tickets for an Alaskan cruise taped inside the back cover.”


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LauraLee Shaw02/21/08
Oh, my goodness! This is so believable in the most awful kind of way! Your title is perfect, and your choice for ending was perfect as well. Hopefully, another copy of those tickets could be produced, but I'll bet the damage to the "trust" would take awhile to overcome. Double whammy!
Sara Harricharan 02/21/08
oooh, I bet she never saw that one coming! Ouch. You got the proverb all right and definitely quite a lesson to go with it. I feel a little bad for most of them, but sad for her that she didn't think to look a little further. Nice job. ^_^
Debbie Wistrom02/22/08
Intriguing title and such a great lesson, great fit to topic, hope this isn't a real lesson for U.
Holly Westefeld02/23/08
Yes, I had figured a trip was involved, but hadn't thought about the tickets being in the book. Which just goes to prove another proverb ... don't judge a book by its cover. :-)
Jan Ackerson 02/23/08
Oh, ouch. Well-written and cringe-inducing!
Jeanie Pinkston02/24/08
I was drawn in by your title and at conclusion was saying, "Oh noooooooo!"
Very well written and right on target for this topic.
Beth LaBuff 02/26/08
Yikes! This is perfect for the topic. Great writing!
Beckie Stewart02/27/08
Oh my. This was so well written. This is a winner as far as I am concerned. I laughed so hard as it was me all the way. I would have gotten upset and probably did the same thing! Great with the theme too!
Loren T. Lowery02/27/08
Ironically perfect. Great, great story and exemplifies the challenge so well.
william price02/27/08
Great title and well delivered message. Enjoyed it. God bless.
Sarah Engle04/16/08
Oooh, I got goosebumps! You totally had me following Molly's emotions. I was suspect of Phil's secretive phone calls, disappointed by his choice of what seemed a "selfish" gift. Although I thought throwing it in the fire was more than I would do, it didn't seem too far- fetched and I, too, "threw it in the fire" and sulked with Molly. At the end, I felt as if I'd failed in allowing Phil to surprise the Molly Me and felt awful for having doubted him. Yes another appropriate message for the young married us! If my hubby gets me his favorite book for my 30th, I'll be sure to flip through EVERY page! (Now that I think of it, maybe I should have him read the article...and maybe he'll get some ideas!)