Is it March? Or Marcy? …
The Evening of March 16.
Cynthia is typing furiously on the computer. She makes a mistake.
She starts typing again.
She starts over again.
She tries one more time.
Cynthia: Oh you have GOT to be kidding.
Cynthia stops and sighs heavily.
Cynthia: I am trying to type “March” but my fingers keep slipping and I type “Marcy” instead.
Cynthia tries again. And, again, her fingers slip and type –
Marcy: Heh. Heh. Heh. It’s Marcy Madness.
Cynthia (frustrated): Sigh… Fine. I’ll just… get a basketball. I don’t know.
Marcy: You mean hairball.
penelope kitten (squeaking ominously from underneath the bed covers): beware the ides of marcy.
Marcy: The Ides of March was yesterday.
penelope kitten: yeah but the ides of marcy are every day.
Marcy: Good point.
penelope kitten: no. too pointy.
Marcy: Heh heh heh.
Cynthia: I need a beer right about now.
penelope kitten: better make that a green beer.
Cynthia: Ew. Sigh … I’m not a fan of March.
penelope kitten (squeaking): you mean marcy.
Marcy: Heh heh heh. I love my month.