Was this in the days where there were no periods, only ellipses and exclamation points? That might explain the conversation a little...! (Literally, I mean; they wouldn't use periods because print quality was so bad.)
I'm now imagining the Super-Hero girlfriends' club all having tea and sandwiches together somewhere, talking about how silly it is when the boys try to hide things from them.
"We have to humor them, of course, but sometimes it's all I can do not to giggle!"
"Well, that's our super-power, isn't it?"
"Teehee!"
"Oh, and before I forget, Iris, did you have a tip for us on how to get crime-solving stains out of those uniforms of theirs?"
"Well, Linda, the real trick is to sneak their uniforms away from them while they're sleeping off a caper or a sedative-laden dinner, but I did finally find a way to get those stubborn streaks out with Borax and baking soda!"
"Wonderful! Oh, and I saw Lois Lane the other day, she said to say hello."
"That poor girl. It's a wonder she can keep her job at the paper the way that darn Superman keeps super-hypnotizing her to forget his identity."
"I'm amazed she can think at all any more! If Superman doesn't take more care she's going to end up in a rest home. It seems like every other week she's almost figured it out until he scrambles her thoughts again with some childish prank!"
"Well, really, if any of these men of ours could keep a secret identity at all, it wouldn't be so hard on us."
"I just don't know how they manage. Sometimes I wonder if their bosses are humoring them as much as we are. I do worry that he'll get fired one day for running off all the time to stop criminals, and then where would we be? This super-heroing business is wonderful, but it doesn't support a family."
"Don't worry dear, I'd get you a job at Ferris! When I think of how much Ferris Aircraft money I waste sometimes dealing with Hal's crashes and cover-ups, it's the least I could do to hire you as my secretary if one of the boys' disasters made you miss the mortgage payment."
"Oh, Carol, thank you! I know we'd find a way, it's just that we girls aren't supposed to worry about our husbands' money management, even when I know darn well he can't balance his checkbook. But of course I have to pretend he's a good provider."
"Of course. We don't dare dent their fragile egos. Especially in the pocketbook. Never mind that I make more money than he does!"
"And even if they are independently wealthy, you never know if they've spent all their money on a Bat-rocket or an Arrow-copter or something else ridiculous."
"Not to mention they're too busy playing hero to manage their businesses! It's a good thing I learned to forge his million-dollar signature on his checks, or his bills would never get paid on time."
"Which reminds me! Girls, I know he's not *technically* a super-hero girlfriend or wife, but do you think it would be all right if I invited Batman's butler to our next luncheon? He's the dearest man, and has all sorts of gossip!"
"Alfred! Oh my goodness! Yes, please do, but don't tell him I've been bringing his recipe for macaroni salad to our lunches all this time and pretending it was my mother's!"
"Is *that* where I've had it before! Teehee!"
"Dinah, we all know you and your mother couldn't cook to save the universe, so don't worry."
"I just feel guilty. If it wasn't for Alfred's recipes I'd have nothing to serve but takeout and Oliver's dreadful chili."
"Carol gets the sandwiches made by a deli, Dinah, and I didn't bake those cookies from scratch myself. Why don't we order Chinese food next time?"
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on 2009-04-26 01:58 am (UTC)I'm now imagining the Super-Hero girlfriends' club all having tea and sandwiches together somewhere, talking about how silly it is when the boys try to hide things from them.
"We have to humor them, of course, but sometimes it's all I can do not to giggle!"
"Well, that's our super-power, isn't it?"
"Teehee!"
"Oh, and before I forget, Iris, did you have a tip for us on how to get crime-solving stains out of those uniforms of theirs?"
"Well, Linda, the real trick is to sneak their uniforms away from them while they're sleeping off a caper or a sedative-laden dinner, but I did finally find a way to get those stubborn streaks out with Borax and baking soda!"
"Wonderful! Oh, and I saw Lois Lane the other day, she said to say hello."
"That poor girl. It's a wonder she can keep her job at the paper the way that darn Superman keeps super-hypnotizing her to forget his identity."
"I'm amazed she can think at all any more! If Superman doesn't take more care she's going to end up in a rest home. It seems like every other week she's almost figured it out until he scrambles her thoughts again with some childish prank!"
"Well, really, if any of these men of ours could keep a secret identity at all, it wouldn't be so hard on us."
"I just don't know how they manage. Sometimes I wonder if their bosses are humoring them as much as we are. I do worry that he'll get fired one day for running off all the time to stop criminals, and then where would we be? This super-heroing business is wonderful, but it doesn't support a family."
"Don't worry dear, I'd get you a job at Ferris! When I think of how much Ferris Aircraft money I waste sometimes dealing with Hal's crashes and cover-ups, it's the least I could do to hire you as my secretary if one of the boys' disasters made you miss the mortgage payment."
"Oh, Carol, thank you! I know we'd find a way, it's just that we girls aren't supposed to worry about our husbands' money management, even when I know darn well he can't balance his checkbook. But of course I have to pretend he's a good provider."
"Of course. We don't dare dent their fragile egos. Especially in the pocketbook. Never mind that I make more money than he does!"
"And even if they are independently wealthy, you never know if they've spent all their money on a Bat-rocket or an Arrow-copter or something else ridiculous."
"Not to mention they're too busy playing hero to manage their businesses! It's a good thing I learned to forge his million-dollar signature on his checks, or his bills would never get paid on time."
"Which reminds me! Girls, I know he's not *technically* a super-hero girlfriend or wife, but do you think it would be all right if I invited Batman's butler to our next luncheon? He's the dearest man, and has all sorts of gossip!"
"Alfred! Oh my goodness! Yes, please do, but don't tell him I've been bringing his recipe for macaroni salad to our lunches all this time and pretending it was my mother's!"
"Is *that* where I've had it before! Teehee!"
"Dinah, we all know you and your mother couldn't cook to save the universe, so don't worry."
"I just feel guilty. If it wasn't for Alfred's recipes I'd have nothing to serve but takeout and Oliver's dreadful chili."
"Carol gets the sandwiches made by a deli, Dinah, and I didn't bake those cookies from scratch myself. Why don't we order Chinese food next time?"