Holiday ModLibs

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To bring a little holiday cheer into your day, we’ve posted some fun Holiday ModLibs! Find the word prompts here to play,  and then post your completed story here. We’ll feature one next week here on the blog!

 

The Holiday Dinner Party

I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate _____________(01) offered to help clean and decorate the apartment.  But I was definitely feeling a bit _____________(02) about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the ______________(03). There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with a ___________(04) so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking ___________(05) that smells like _____________(06) while they’re eating.

The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my _______(07).  We weren’t even bothered by my __________(08) landlord. I ________(09) in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground.  I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my ______________ (10). Oh, fate, you are a ___________(11)______________(12)!! I donned my ___________(13), said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests,  and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of ____________(14) and dreamed of relaxing in ____________(15),  or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to ____________(16), so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She __________(17) asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a ___________(18) and wearing a __________(19) blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was _______________(20).

 

10 Responses to Holiday ModLibs

  1. Kirsten 12/03/2008 at 9:09 pm #

    Now that was amusing!

  2. Tamara 12/03/2008 at 9:43 pm #

    Please Oprah, bring me a new job!

  3. Andrea 12/03/2008 at 10:21 pm #

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate Zelda offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. But I was definitely feeling a bit of intense surprise about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the A L’Ombre Dress. There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with nose hair clippers so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking catbird that smells like Lhasa Apsos while they’re eating.
    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my Lovely Plumage Umbrella. We weren’t even bothered by my verbose landlord. I exploded in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.
    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my Shimmery Starling Dress. Oh, fate, you are a crass launderer!! I donned my thick socks, said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of To the Lighthouse and dreamed of relaxing in Barbados, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.
    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to wrestle, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She coyly asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a mailbox and wearing a plum blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was something strangely beautiful.

    (oh my! Crass launderer…how Apropos!)

  4. Hayly 12/04/2008 at 12:49 am #

    The Holiday Dinner Party

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate DAPHNE offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. But I was definitely feeling a bit HUNGOVER about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the HOOP AROUND BLOOMERS. There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with a EXOTIC BIRD CALLING BOOK so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking PLATYPUS that smells like GASOLINE TANKS while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my WISE OWL SCARF. We weren’t even bothered by my CANTANKEROUS landlord. I SPLIT in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my BAKER STREET BOOTIES. Oh, fate, you are a BLISSFUL PLACENTA!! I donned my MITTENS , said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of The Dallas Women’s Guide to Gold-Digging with Pride and dreamed of relaxing in CACUN, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to DESTRUCT, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She BLINDLY asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a MOLDY TOAST and wearing a TANGERINE blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was LOVE,HAPPINESS AND LOTS OF FABULOUS CLOTHES!!!!

  5. Robin 12/04/2008 at 1:34 am #

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate PATRICIA offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. But I was definitely feeling a bit BELLIGERENT about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the BATHING BEAUTY RETRO SWIMSUIT. There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with a SLIPPER so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking JACKAL that smells like SOUP while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my UBIQUITOUS SNOOD. We weren’t even bothered by my MUSHY landlord. I CRACKED in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my VINTAGE PROM NIGHT DRESS. Oh, fate, you are a BEJEWELED CARAFE!! I donned my BOOTS, said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of THE PARTLY CLOUDY PATRIOT and dreamed of relaxing in MAUI, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to SHOOT, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She COYLY asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a JAR and wearing a MAUVE blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was TO AVOID MY EX AT ALL COSTS.

  6. Mélissandre Lacaille 12/04/2008 at 7:40 am #

    The Holiday Dinner Party

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate the evil dashund Ninotchka offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. I was(on my part) definitely feeling a bit supercallifragilistic about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the Name it and Win it Day 9 in Silver Dress with Marc Jacobs mouse ballerina flats . There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with a platter of my magical macaroons and a cute Precious Ellie wooden postcard with “pardon” written on it so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a silly corndog that smells like an H bomb and covet their food while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my Owl of my love pendant. We weren’t even bothered by my greedy (he gulped down the French delicacies in a second!) landlord. I was feeling like Cleopatra on her throne in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my cupcakes printed apron. Oh, fate, you are a wicked witch deprived of any style!! I donned my Bathing beauty retro swimsuit and dinosaur feet sleepers(the only thing not in the laundry bag v_v”), said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of Purple America (for I’m being forced to study it instead of learning cook books by heart) and dreamed of relaxing in a giant chocolate pool, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to sing old fashionned French songs very loud, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She patronisingly asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a huge injection needle and wearing a weird white blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was getting a no limit shopping on Modcloth.

  7. Mélissandre Lacaille 12/04/2008 at 7:40 am #

    The Holiday Dinner Party

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate the evil dashund Ninotchka offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. I was(on my part) definitely feeling a bit supercallifragilistic about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the Name it and Win it Day 9 in Silver Dress with Marc Jacobs mouse ballerina flats . There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with a platter of my magical macaroons and a cute Precious Ellie wooden postcard with “pardon” written on it so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a silly corndog that smells like an H bomb and covet their food while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my Owl of my love pendant. We weren’t even bothered by my greedy (he gulped down the French delicacies in a second!) landlord. I was feeling like Cleopatra on her throne in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my cupcakes printed apron. Oh, fate, you are a wicked witch deprived of any style!! I donned my Bathing beauty retro swimsuit and dinosaur feet sleepers(the only thing not in the laundry bag v_v”), said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of Purple America (for I’m being forced to study it instead of learning cook books by heart) and dreamed of relaxing in a giant chocolate pool, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to sing old fashionned French songs very loud, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She patronisingly asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a huge injection needle and wearing a weird white blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was getting a no limit shopping on Modcloth.

  8. Tamara 12/04/2008 at 10:04 am #

    The Holiday Dinner Party

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate Tamara offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. But I was definitely feeling a bit frisky about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the Chrystalline Winter Dress. There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with aftershave so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking pygmy goat that smells like Christmas Cookie Candles while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my Tribeca Cloche. We weren’t even bothered by my lascivious landlord. I dabbled in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my Le Regle De Jeu Dress. Oh, fate, you are a foxy Space Shuttle!! I donned my muff, said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of Sexing the Cherry and dreamed of relaxing at Keystone Resort, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to laminate, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She expediently asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a statue and wearing a Robin’s egg blue blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was a new job!

  9. Susu 12/04/2008 at 10:09 am #

    The Holiday Dinner Party

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate Olga offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. But I was definitely feeling a bit sublime about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the Pour Little Owl pitcher. There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with a Crusty old tie so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking Unicorn that smells likeRotten Opossum while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my Into the woods duffle.. We weren’t even bothered by my lumpy landlord. I sang in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my Happy Kitty Bunny Pony. Oh, fate, you are a Zesty Rock!! I donned my red sled, said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of Twilight and dreamed of relaxing in Grandmothers house, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to Skip, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She abusively asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying an octopus watering pot and wearing a green blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was to pass all my finals.

  10. Miranda 12/04/2008 at 6:33 pm #

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate Charlotte offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. But I was definitely feeling a bit awkward about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the Winking Violet Cardigan. There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with am accordion so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking octopus that smells like sweaty armpit while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my Big Fish Umbrella. We weren’t even bothered by my flabbergasted landlord. I gallumphed in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my Sweet Molasses Dress. Oh, fate, you are an outgrabe vorpal blade!! I donned my mittens, said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of The Wizard of Oz and dreamed of relaxing in Fiji, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to coo, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She smashingly asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a parasol and wearing a puce blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was joy to the world.

  11. Alecia 12/07/2008 at 7:46 pm #

    I was feeling extra cheery this year, and I wanted to host a holiday celebration of some sort, but my apartment wasn’t quite big enough to throw an all-out blowout. So, I decided on the ever-popular alternative of a classy dinner party! My roommate Bridgette offered to help clean and decorate the apartment. But I was definitely feeling a bit mortifed about cooking for a group of people. I decided the perfect outfit for the evening would be the Caliente Salsa Dress. There were just a few things I had to take care of before the big night. First of all, I had to bribe my curmudgeon landlord with a pair of suspenders so he wouldn’t evict us if the noise level surpassed a strong whisper. Secondly, I had to get my sick pet out of the apartment. Nobody wants to see a puking pug that smells like Grandpa while they’re eating.

    The first hour of the party was great! Everyone was eating and chatting and having fun. I got several compliments on my Le Petit Prince tote We weren’t even bothered by my brazen landlord. I done did in my chair! That’s when tragedy struck.

    I was taking the gingerbread dessert out of the oven, when it slipped out of my hands, and shattered on the ground. I sliced my hand on the glass and got cobbler all over my Hops & Barley heels. Oh, fate, you are a piggish gastropod!! I donned my impenetrable, said goodbye to my stunned and disgusted guests, and prepared to brave the cold wintry night to get myself to the ER. The waiting room was completely full so I pulled out my copy of “The World of Karl Pilkington” and dreamed of relaxing in the couch, or anywhere but a chaotic emergency room.

    While I was waiting, I got the strangest urge to chew, so I did. This caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey, who had been sitting right next to me the entire time! She lackadaisically asked me to stop. I couldn’t believe it! She looked even more beautiful in person, carrying a button and wearing a green blouse. She felt so bad about my botched dinner party that she offered to bring me on her show and grant me my greatest holiday wish, which of course, was a partridge family in any manner of fruit-bearing tree.

    (oh my!)

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