Drat you for distracting me from my chores and making me quote all this and lament what I didn't have time for.

These posts were filled with one line zingers that had me howling.



I wonder if they give deportment classes to cherubs with lessons on proper fainting etiquette?


I knew those cherubs would get away from you!!! Run with the story!!! Each wanting their time to shine!!!!! I think that's rather successful, myself.


These little details are what pack so much punch!

Trec is so clever, 'course she would think of flying dynamics and all.

Brilliant. Brilliant. Brilliant. You are a brilliant writer. Did I say brilliant? Cause I meant brilliant. Just want to make you understand that I think you're brilliant.

I have this image of Pammie hauling around an easybake oven everywhere she goes to handle baking emergencies.

Flower power!!!!

*GA fan wipes tears of laughter from her eyes* Oh, Jill, I'm just laughing too hard at your cherubs to do much else right now! And short story... YOU?!? Oh, please!

Since this post takes it to 4,465 words....guess the SS is out the window.
Darn cherubs. They just had to get Myles involved. And you know how he loves to talk!

“It’s very similar to roses. Each flower has a unique meaning as individual as its fragrance and coloring. Pairings can change the meaning somewhat, but overall......”

“Yada, yada, yada. Get on with it! What’ve we got here?” Gabby flew to the other side of the Bostonian’s head and tried the other ear. “Pick up a flower and tell us about it.”

“For instance, take this baby’s breath. Such a small flower....really a cluster of flowers. Some say it symbolizes festivity; others, a pure heart.”

“Okay.......so we’ve got a happy, pure heart. Go with it.” Pammie put the arrow into Trecey’s quiver.

“This lavender, on the other hand...distrust. Although when used in aroma therapy, its fragrance instills a sense of....”

“Give that one to Grace. Can’t be mixing the arrows.”

Trecey carefully handed the pointed projectile to the chestnut haired cherub, as per Pammie’s orders, her mouth watering Pavlov style at the ding of the timer, the sound indicating the cake now finished baking.

“Now this delphinium....boldness.” He smirked, pointing it in his partner’s direction. “Maybe we should make a tea out of this and have you drink it the next time Ms. D’Angelo makes an appearance.”

“Tea...arrow....same dif.” Trecey shoved the dark arrow into her quiver. “You’re not gonna make us wait for the happy wanderer to get back afore we can eat that, are you?”

“Shh. He’s got another one,” Pammie hissed, trying to keep her stems straight.

“Yellow tulip....hopelessly in love.”

“Hopelessly useless,” grumbled Grace. “This stem’s as weak as they come.”

“Maybe we can run something stiffer through it...you know, shore it up a little.” Pammie sifted through the scraps, coming back with the baby’s breath. “What about this?”

“If’n he’s right about the pure heart....might just work.” The double arrow dropped into Trecey’s quiver, joining the others.

“This is unusual. Don’t see these in bouquets very often.” He held up a pink and yellow snapdragon.

“I loved those as a child,” Sue crooned. “Ever do this?” She grabbed the blossom and pinched it at the side. “I wuv you, Jack Hudson,” she uttered in a flowery voice, the snapdragon’s mouth moving up and down with her words.

Not to be outdone, Jack plucked a bloom from the stem and started his own puppet talk, his blossom soon wooing Sue’s with words that nearly wilted the flower head on the spot.

“Grab her!”

Pammie’s pan of cake clattered to the file cabinet as the three of them hurtled towards Gabby, now in a death spiral, heading towards the floor.

“As I was saying, before you two began your.....”

“Gottcha,” Grace shouted triumphantly, grabbing Gabby by the ankle. “What’s he saying?”

“.....the snapdragon actually symbolizes indifference, despite the fact that...”

“Indifference. Could be helpful. That one’s yours, Grace.” Pammie grabbed the other ankle and with Trecey on the head, the three hefted their passed out pixie back to her spot under the fern. “Green stem on the right.”

“K.” Grace added two of the arrows to her quiver, glancing over her shoulder as she caught a glimpse of something white. “Marene’s back!”

Puffing profusely, she landed as gracefully as she could manage, skidding to a stop just inches from the cooling confection. “Enfin je peux me reposer".”

“Did you get anything?” Pammie guardedly questioned, poking her nose into Marene’s quiver.

“Just one golden arrow. And I won’t even begin to tell you what I had to promise to get that. And I thought you should know....that Darcy woman is on her way back. I saw her outside the building.”

“Good job,” Pammie praised, passing Marene a huge piece of cake, fudge frosting dripping down the sides. “Here. Sit down and relax...Take that rest you wanted. You earned it. Eat this while we finish up.” She turned to Grace and Trecey, putting the finishing touches on their arsenal of arrows. “Hurry girls. It’s almost time.”

The flower lesson was wonderful. I can't wait to see what they do with them. I loved Gabby using the snapdragon as a puppet and Jack doing the same to Sue. It cracked me up.

I love the Easy Bake Oven however with the heat I could bake on the front porch these days! Went farther South and it was actually cooler!

As always Jill you are a ray of sunshine!

Are they going to keep those arrows straight, Jill ??? :

Isn't Myles a book of information???

Do you see anyone complaining about this story not being short?

*looks around*

I don't either!

It's wonderful - please continue - for as long as you like.

Who said short story, we love long big mammoth stories, even novels size, especially if these cherubs keep doing what they're doing.

Seriously, those cherubs have a knack for trouble and it's zingers!

“You really think this is going to work?” Grace plucked at the makeshift bow in her hands, testing the strength of the dental floss string.

“Yep.” Trecey positioned herself on an overhead sprinkler head, idly twirling herself while she waited for Ms. D’Angelo to appear.

“You’ve done this before?”

“What....twirl on a sprinkler?”

Grace sighed, almost kicking herself for even asking. Of course she’s made bows before. She made the one she’s carrying....although it didn’t involve floss and paperclips. Thank goodness that Hudson guy can’t handle a piece of metal without bending the heck out of it. She gave the string a final pluck for good measure, taking some satisfaction in the low hum.

“B flat,” Marene mused, licking the last bit of fudge frosting from her fingers. “Perfect.”

“Guess we’ll find out. Here she comes.”

Darcy emerged from the elevator, snapping her hair back as she jutted her chin with enough force to give herself a splinter, determination written in the grain of her brow.

“Bobby, heads up,” Jack whispered, coming out from behind his desk to run interference.

“Darcy.....you really can’t keep coming up here without....”

“Out of my way, Jack, or Sue’s going to have one disappointing wedding night.” She brushed past him without a hitch, storming her way up to Bobby’s desk. “I’d like a word with you...in private, if I may, Special Agent Manning.”

Bobby smiled amiably, not bothering to rise. “Now’s not a good time, Darce. We’ve all got work to do.”

“Should’ve tried brewing that tea,” Lucy whispered to Myles. “I think he needs a good dose of it right about now." Despite his initial refusal, Bobby suddenly had stood and begun to follow Darcy from the room.

“Now would be good, Trece! Delphinium! Let it rip,” Grace called, fluttering to the Exit sign to line up the next shot.

With the professionalism of a true markscupid, Trecey smoothed the feathers and set the arrow into place. Making allowances for the slight bend in the shaft, she sighted, took aim, and let it fly.

“Merveilleux! A direct hit! He should be bold any minute now, oiu?”

“Oui hope so.........sheesh....We hope so.” Pammie gripped her spatula, ready, if necessary, to take matters into her own oven mitts.

Bobby froze, running his hand up his arm and then through his hair. “No.”

“It worked!” Marene cried, hugging the cake pan to her chest. “Oh, non! I’m covered in fudge!”

Ignoring the chocolate covered cherub, Pammie held her breath, waiting for the Aussie’s next move.

*jp turns blue* Um, I'm holding my breath with Pammie, and let me tell you, this particular shade of blue is not at all flattering on me!!! What's Bobby going to do??? Not... enough... oxygen...

You know, Jill, you could make a "cherub" series. They are priceless !!!

Okay, Bobby ... out with it!!!

I still say I want cherub books by Jill published!! I plan on buying and reading every single one!!!

I have not laughed this hard since the last cherub story!!! There's just too much to quote - I love every single word!!! Jill, you are absolutely amazing!!!

Now, Bobby has said "no"!! Hopefully it worked and he is bold!!!

Joy

Pammie better breathe soon (jp too) and do we really want to know how Marlene gets all that lovely, gooey, melty, chocolately mess off her cherub bod? Hello, Levi? Clean up on Aisle 3....

No offense to your suggestion, Trece, but Marene would rather have someone else than Levi to do the clean up ... *Did I really just write that???*

Egads, I think the cherub alter egos are taking over this thread! Jill -- this is just what the doctor ordered -- lovely comic distraction. No time to comment tons -- but I'll be back!!!!

kav

Tara sat silently, the siren attempting to steal her boyfriend only a few short feet from her desk.

“Want I should hit Tara with boldness, too?” Trecey pulled a second arrow and locked it in place.

Grace hesitated, scenarios playing out in her mind to the point her eyes crossed in befuddlement. “I guess......A shot of courage wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

“Don’t know if it hurts or not. I only shoot ‘m.” She let it fly, smiling satisfactorily as the arrow sunk into soft flesh.

“Trecey! What are you doing?” Pammie hissed, handing Marene another napkin and discarding a partially shredded chocolate layered one. “You’ll start a catfight.”

“Cats? I thought Levi was the only animal here.” Marene wiped the spattering of chocolate from her spectacles and scoured the room. “I’m allergic to cats. One whiff and I sneeze ..........Oh where is my Benedryl?”

“Darcy. If you have something to say to Bobby, you say it here.” Tara nearly jumped at the incredibly authoritative voice coming from somewhere around her, then suddenly realized it sounded vaguely like her own.

“You stay out of it, Tinkerbell,” Darcy spat, daggers shooting from slitted eyes.

“Tinkerbell’s ‘ere? Shoo da cats! Dey migh’ eat ‘er!” Marene choked out, a bright pink pill lodged sideways in her throat.

“We’re not shooting cats!” Pammie clasped a mitt over Marene’s mouth, wondering if the speed at which the French cupid had flown had warbled her brain. “Try Indifference, quickly!” she called, certain that if something wasn’t done, and immediately, WWW was about to make a debut in the Bullpen.

“This could be interesting,” Myles mused, sliding his chair next to Lucy’s. “I’ll give Tara 5-1 odds.”

“Myles!” Lucy hissed, jabbing him with her elbow.

“What? You think Darcy can really take her?”

Muttering beneath her breath, Grace pulled the snapdragon stem from her quiver. “Now where do expect me to hit her and have it go in? This isn’t a steel tip, you know.”

“Go for the brea....no...... the buttoc......the.........the........Close your eyes and just shoot,” Pammie yelled..

“Can’t shoot with my eyes closed,” Grace grumbled, sighting down the raggedy stem. It rang as true as could be expected, considering the crude equipment and the slightness of the target, piercing the intended right in the stomach.

In a matter-of-fact manner, Trecey nodded her approval. “Good shot..........Good thinking.”

“Good grief.” Pammie pointed to the scene below them.

“I don’t care what you say,” Darcy saucily quipped, hands on her hips, leaning so close she and Tara were nearly nose to nose. “Sticks and stones, Tara. Say and do what you want....it doesn’t matter to me. I know what I want and I came to get him.”

“That went well. Not.” Grace disgustedly whacked her weapon against the wall.

Flying over to the Exit sign, Trecey checked her partner’s quiver. “If’n that’s how that arrow works..........”

I'm falling out of my chair!!! Trece with her "Don't know if it hurts or not, I only shoot 'em" about put me under the table!!!

And, Marene, you are a riot!!!

Joy

You sure a 2 by arrow is not in order. Ready, aim, THWACK!

At this point, Trece, I would say, give it your best shot ... I'm mean best Thwack !!!

fire away!!

EGADS!! I am laughing so hard i am crying Jill! So...I smell a rat with the exit sign?

Not sure how you juggle all of these strong personalities but you sure are doing a great job! I'm really enjoying this!!

Maybe it's time to fudge cake in the face a certain someone!!!! And what is Bobby doing while he's being faught over? Doesn't he have an opinion? And Myles placing odds on Tara? Somebody had Trecie a 2x4 and let her rip!!!!

kav

Don't be wasting cake on Darcy! Unless of course she's allergic to chocolate or peanuts or strawberries...lots of possibilities there.

Sorry about the cat hair Marene - I didn't know I'll use the lint brush more regularly.

I did check.....and the cat allergy only exits in fanfic land (thank goodness)....so Pam, you can put away the lint brush!

And the rest of you.. You're funnier than the cherubs!!!!


Jill


“I don’t care what you say or what you do, Darcy. There’s no future for us. Never has been, for that matter.” Bobby retreated to his desk and sat down defiantly.

“Well there’s a step in the right direction,” Pammie sighed, Bobby now under the snapdragon’s influence of Indifference. Releasing her hold on Marene, she turned to check on Gabby’s status, nearly knocking the spectacles off Marene’s head in the process. “Marene! What on earth are you doing?”

The curly haired cupid wilted onto the filing cabinet, a sweet smile gracing her chubby face. “I didn’t say shoot,” she slurred, her eyes barely open. “Don’t shoot the kitties. Shoo them.....”

“What’s going on?” Grace called, concern for her friend taking precedence over the war waging below.

“Benedryl....took a whole tablet. She’ll be fine when she sleeps it off.”

“Great,” Grace moaned, looking back to Trecey for support. “Any ideas?”

“Yep.”

After a maddening moment of motionlessness on her colleague’s part, Grace stomped her foot in impatience. “What?”

“Keep yer shirt on. All ya had to do was ask....”

“I don’t have a shirt!” Grace just about screamed. “What do we do? This is going all wrong!”

“Easy there. Don’t blow a gasket.” Trecey reached into Grace’s quiver and pulled out a lavender quill. Fluttering to the other side of Tara’s monitor, she let the pliant stem fly, picking Bobby’s beefy buttocks as her target.

As the dark stem hit its mark, Grace gasped, gawking at the tightening tissue of the agent’s derriere. “Trecey!!! You shouldn’t.....” She blushed profusely. “You dared?”

Trecey smiled broadly, pearly whites flashing. “Job perk.”

The reaction was instantaneous. Bobby turned on Darcy, his words unwavering. “You’re nothing but a lying, cheating manipulator, Darcy. There’s nothing you can say that I’ll believe. I’m no drongo and you can’t play me for one!”

“Amazing what a little Distrust will do," Trecey chuckled, enjoying the lower level fireworks.

"Now, time for true confessions.” Grace pulled two double arrows of baby’s breath-lined-yellow tulip stem from Trecey’s quiver and handed one to her. “Good luck.”

“One hopelessly in love, festive, pure heart, comin’ at ya.” The plunk of her string signaled another perfect release, the arrow lodging deep in the arm of the dark-haired agent, as Grace’s arrow followed, striking the side of a pert little ashen-blonde.

“Nice shots.”

The duo nearly jumped out of their wings at the deep voice behind them.
“Cupid!” they gasped, their chins nearly scraping across their cubby knees.

This is just too priceless! A whole Benadryl!! Sweet dreams, Marene!!! Sure hope Cupid is in a good mood!!

See, what I want to know is this: Cupid, is he good looking for a cherub (or is he a seraph?) AND what does Pammie have in the Easy Bake at this point?

WIth all this knocking, I need to get new glasses !!!


Cupid? ... He likes the cherubs, right? And he does have a sense of humor ... doesn't he??? :hide:

Yeah, I wouldn't mind a little gnash on something sweet right about now. And Pammie, dearest, there's no point in bringing out the lint brush since cherubs don't...well they.... you know, they only have those sashes to worry about and those are satin, I doubt cat hair would stick to them!

Nothing like enjoying your work!!!!!
kav

I want to know who Cupid is????? Do we know him in his alternate state, like we do the cherubs??????

It is too hot here to turn on any type of oven but I did buy peaches at Farmer's Market today, add a little whip cream and you have a nice summer dessert. I could make zebra cake I suppose, it doesn't require the oven...

Wonder which would work better on Cupid - he doesn't sound too happy!

that! I have a feeling things are only about to get more entertaining with him in the mix!

I can guess, but I'll hold my tongue for now...hilarious, Jill!

Boy, arrows flying all over the place!!! I love it!!!

Now, who is Cupid really???

Joy

Jill did you take a benadryl also? Of course if it has the opposite affect (awake instead of asleep) then maybe you should take one. I would probably accomplish lots more in my day if I took one.

“Very interesting,” the male cherub mused, assiduously studying the couple below. Bobby had pulled the sprightly Tara into his arms, professing his undying love and adoration to her, oblivious to all onlookers. She, in return, poured out her heart and soul to him, leaving Lucy and Sue wiping away a cascade of tears coursing down their cheeks. “What did you use?”

Trecey and Grace exchanged guarded glances, neither one willing to meet the gaze of the Almighty Seraph. “We’ve been using flower stems, sir,” Pammie volunteered, almost apologetically. “You see, we didn’t have any arrows and we sent Marene back to ask Charlene for some.......How was your vacation? I so hope it was relaxing and you are feeling refreshed and in good health...”

“Flowers?” He inquisitively plucked an arrow from the quiver of Trecey, examining it with a rather amused expression on his face. “Verrrryyyyyyyy interesting.”

His pleasant countenance brought the release of a trio of held breaths and the emergence of shy smiles. “And they seem to be having a desired effect, all things considered,” Grace volunteered. “I mean, considering what could have happened if we hadn’t happened along just when we did, which we wouldn’t have if Gabby hadn’t taken off on her pursuit of...” She clapped her hand across her mouth, beating a lurching Pammie and glaring Trecey to the task.

Cupid hovered quietly for a moment, his brow wrinkled in thought. “Gabby?” His round lips pursed momentarily. “Marene?” He twirled around and faced the trio, their wings spread uncharacteristically wide as they stood on top of the filing cabinet. “Are you the band of rather unorthodox recruits Charlene told me about.......... sent here for an assignment on my sacred day?”

“Unorthodox?” came a groggy voice from behind the trio. “Only Gabby. What’s religion got to do with this anyway?” yawned Marene, poking her face between the tips of Grace and Pammie’s wings, glasses askew and haired mussed. Blushing to the bottom of their pink little soles, the three moved closer together, weaving their wingtips into a white wall to conceal the out of action angel and her counterpart, still lost in swoondum.

“Gabby? Who is this Gabby?” Cupid hovered a little higher, attempting to peek over them, annoyed when their curtain rose as quickly as he did.

“Gabby....why she’s....”

“Awake,” Marene giggled, pointing upwards.

“Gabby! No!” With faces whiter than the tangled wings that bound them together, the three gasped in horror, their attempts to unlace frayed feathers only succeeding in tightening their hold on each other. The now wide awake warrior stood on top of the fern, golden arrow drawn in her bow, one eye closed and the other focused on her target...one dark haired agent behind his desk, a proverbial sitting duck within easy striking distance.

“Gabby!”

Uh-oh! So Gabby continues her reckless pursuit of Jack, in Cupid's presence, to boot! Looking forward to whatever chaos has yet to ensue, Jill!

I see you didn't lose your touch over the weekend, Jill!!!

You know, I can't begin to figure out what mayhem is about to be unleashed. It will be big, very, very big.

I think I'm going to go hide behind the tangled wings!!!

Joy

I'm dashing out to work....can't wait to find out what happens when I come back!!!!

kav

“He never should have said anything.”

“He didnt’ know she’d turn his way,” Pammie whispered back, still attempting to loosen her left wing from Grace’s right.

“Direct hit. Couldn’t ‘ve done it better myself,” Trecey murmured, almost in awe of Gabby’s prowess.

Gabby knelt beside the male seraph, her wilted wings draping over him. “He startled me. I didn’t mean to....”

“You shot Cupid! THE Cupid! Son of Venus! Do you know what she’s going to do to us when she gets wind of this?” Grace shrieked, no longer able to control her fear.

Pammie reached into hammerspace, grabbed a mixing bowl, and immediately began whipping up a batch of brownies. “Oh, I hope this makes up for this!”

“Better do sugar cookies, too,” Trecey urged, licking the chocolate covered spoon, “just to be on the safe side.”

Cupid lay where he had fallen, his entire body glowing a brilliant crimson. “He looks like one of those cardboard cutouts.” Marene gave his bare toe a poke with hers. “Leave it to Gabby to kill Cupid.”

“Banned........we’re all going to be banned for life! They’ll send us.....ACK! Where will they send us?” Grace finally worked her wing free, took a finger swipe of brownie batter out of Pammie’s bowl, and fluttered to Marene. “Is he......dead?”

Gabby held their royal leader’s dimpled hand in hers, hardly daring to breathe. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. I just wanted....just wanted...J..J...J..”

“Jack. We know,” Grace replied irritably. “You and your pursuit of happiness. Now we’ll never be able to....” Anger squelching the rest of her sentence, she turned and glared at the petrified pixie, no longer sympathetic to her ill-fated plight.

“I’m so sorry,” the downcast cherub cried, her tears bombarding the bare chest upon which she now buried her chubby cheek. “Please, please forgive me.”

“Please, please forgive me,” Bobby murmured, kissing Tara softly. “I love you. Will you marry me?”

The cheers and shouts of jubilation from all those present drowned out the high-pitched scream of anger from one Darcy D'Angelo. So busy congratulating the two, no one noticed as she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Let’s get married on the Fourth, too.........make an Independence Day we’ll never forget,” Bobby suggested, happily twirling his bride-to-be around. “That is, if Jack and Sue don’t mind.”

“Mind?” Jack met Sue’s gaze and had his instant answer. “Nothing would make us happier!”

Sue nodded in agreement. "It'll be perfect! Cupid himself couldn't have arranged this better!"

Sue, dear, I think you should leave Cupid out of the equation for the moment, he is slightly indisposed


Gabby !!!! How could you shoot Cupid ????

Not only that, but it was the GOLDEN ARROW!!! What will happen if Cupid awakes? Who will he see and what will come of THAT? Yikes.

Loved the hammerspace...isn't it convienient?

Gabby, you have royally done it now!!! How could you shoot Cupid??

Look at the danger of Jack - it even does cherubs in!!!

Joy

Hopefully Cupid will see Gabby because I think she is the only available cherub! Sorry still don't have the urge to turn the oven on and bake because it is over 100 here and as my 8 year old put it "we could probably cook outside without the grill."

So I snuck on at work and things are in a fine mess. She shot Cupid!!!! What will happen to all the fuzzies in the entire world if Cupid is dead?

kav

Kav! Work???? What on earth are you doing there?????


She was the most beautiful bride he had ever seen, her veil unable to hide neither the shine of her hair nor the glow of her cheeks. He waited patiently; on top of Cloud Nine and feeling lighter than air. He had never expected his heart to be captured, yet she had done it instantaneously. Others had swooned over him to the point it had become a standing joke... yet for her, he would do anything. As the harps began to play their heavenly music, he took a deep breath, waiting for her to come to him.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Grace dabbed her eyes, vowing to keep her composure.

“And he is très beau,” sniffled Marene, before blowing her nose heartily.

Pammie proudly surveyed the scene, having given the cake one last detailed touch. Seeing the waiting bride, she hid the piping frosting bag behind her back.

As two angelic flower girls scattered red and white rose petals along the brilliant white aisle, a chorus broke out, signaling the bride to advance. Staring at the chocolate brown eyes that waited for her, she floated towards him, her movement so pristine, the petals beneath her feet barely ruffled in the breeze. He was everything she had ever hoped for, bringing out the best in her, showing her all she was to become.

“She makes a nice bride,” Trecey commented, talking more to herself than to the others.

“I will miss her,” Marene whispered, now on her third hand-crocheted lace hankie. “Do you think maybe he will let her accompany us every now and then?”

“If they ever get back from their honeymoon. He’s taking her around the world, you know,” Pammie softly answered back. “Shh. Here she comes.”

The four stood proudly, watching their fifth as she approached and took Cupid by the arm. She sparkled in fairy dust from the tip of her wings to the tip of her toes, a baby’s breath crown securing the long flowing veil in place.

Earthly weddings are nice. But Jack, Sue, Bobby and Tara got nothin’ on this. Grace smiled through her tears, smoothing Gabby’s veil and taking the bouquet the bride held out to her. As Gabby and Cupid joined hands, she had to smile, the cherub’s words to Sue ringing in her ears. Marriage and independence. Now if you really wanted to be independent, you wouldn’t be getting married. They had teased Gabby about it the minute the “M” word had come up.

“Who’s an oxy moron now,” Trecey had nettled, much to the delight of the other three.

“Okay, okay,” Gabby had laughed, sifting through Pammie’s custom wedding cake designs. “I was wrong. Call me an ox...call me a moron....but I’m marrying Cupid tomorrow, and there’s nothing you can say that will change that!”

And nothing had. The weddings of the Hudsons and Mannings had gone off without a hitch, thanks to a band of watchful eyes. Pammie and Gabby left soon after the ceremony, each having last minute preparations that needed to be completed, while Grace, Marene and Trecey lingered for a while, learning the latest dance steps and helping themselves to melty mints. With the reception in full swing, they had swiped the bride and groom cake topper, two ceramic white cupids with quivers full and lips touching, and headed off to the highest cloud, proudly presenting it to Pammie. “Perfect,” she had sighed, placing it on the fifth tier of the most amazing cake anyone had ever seen.

The chiming of church bells brought them all back to the present. Taking their places beside their friend, they joined wings, seraph bodies radiantly glowing as Gabby and Cupid began exchanging their vows.

Gabby and Cupid MARRIED?!? Well, I sure didn't expect that! What exactly was in that Golden Arrow, anyway?

Gabby and Cupid ? Now, that's a heavenly match !!!!!