Marcia, Marcia, Marcia ♥’s BW BW BW

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

In honor of Maureen “Marcia Brady” McCormick’s birthday, I have dug deep into the files and came across a long lost diary entry that Marcia wrote when she was working as a server at her local ice cream shop. It’s chock full of secret information so make sure that you once you read it, you delete it from your history. Right after you share it on Facebook, that is…    -BW

Dear Diary,

Today at work was totally groovy. I absolutely love working for Mr. Haskell at the ice cream hut. I’m not supposed to eat any ice cream without paying for it but sometimes I can’t resist a tiny taste of the Rocky Road! I’d better watch how much I eat though because I don’t want to get fat like that cow of a sister of mine, Jan. She’s so jealous of me. And as long as Mr. Haskell doesn’t know I’m sneaking bites of ice cream, what could possibly go wrong? Anyway, today was much better than yesterday when my old boyfriend Doug came in and I poured a hot fudge sundae on his head. I don’t care about Doug anymore. Today a new boy started working with me at the shop and he is totally dreamy. He has the cutest dimples and the curliest hair in the whole wide world. When I see him, I feel like I’m dancing on a rainbow and The Monkeees are playing “Daydream Believer” in my heart. When he first showed up for work, the first thing I did was run to the bathroom to apply a new coat of Precious Pouty Pink lip gloss and then I practiced my smile in the mirror. Too bad I was wearing my uniform of an ugly red smock and hat with a stupid bow tie and blue pants today! Why couldn’t he first see me in my terrific plaid mini skirt with my favorite ruffle shirt? Oh well, at least my pants were bell-bottoms! I went out and introduced myself to him. He said, “Hey” and I practically melted faster than the ice cream does when Mr. Haskell won’t turn on the air conditioning. He seems like a great worker but I did notice that every time Mr. Haskell went to his office the first thing he did was eat a scoop of ice cream and make a call on the pay phone. He wouldn’t tell me his name either, but I think it just adds to his mysteriousness. He told me to call him Bitchy Waiter. Sigh. Mrs. Marcia Bitchy Waiter. Mrs. Marcia Bitchy Waiter! I think I love him! He must be really shy because he never responded to any of my best moves. I tossed my hair, I giggled, I asked for help carrying a heavy box and I even asked him if he would walk me home from school one day but nothing seems to be working. At least I know he doesn’t like Jan either because she came into to look at the schedule and all he did when he saw her was compliment her shoes. (Which used to be mine because Jan is the middle child and all she gets are hand me downs. Oh Jan. Poor Jan.) Towards the end of the shift, my totally groovy brother Greg came in to buy some ice cream for Alice to serve as dessert. At first, I thought Bitchy Waiter must know Greg because as soon as he came in, he went right up to him and told him hello. Bitchy Waiter couldn’t stop staring at Greg the whole time he was there. He must have been admiring Greg’s letter jacket or something. I mean, what other reason would a boy have to stare at another boy? After Greg left Bitchy Waiter asked me all these questions about him and wanted to know if he had a girlfriend and what his hobbies were and what size shoe he wore. Finally, he was talking to me!! He does like me! I invited him over for dinner tonight since Alice was making her world famous meatloaf. At first he said he couldn’t make it but then he asked if Greg would be there. Once I told him I was sure he would be, he decided to come! He asked me to call him if I find out that Greg won’t be there though because he said if Greg isn’t there then something might suddenly come up and he won’t be able to make it. Oh, Dear Diary, I think I am in love. He should be here for dinner any minute. I will keep you posted. (And Cindy, if you are reading this, stop it!)

Love,
Marcia

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