Let's get physical - 01
"So, you turn down the job offering at Little Rock?" Asked Reba to her, recently admitted, best friend.
"Yeah, you know I can't bear to be apart from you, best friend." Barbra Jean pulled Reba into a bear hug mumbling 'best friend' repeatedly
"I knew you're gonna make me regret this." Reba muttered, "Barbra Jean, I'm breakable"
"Oops, sorry. I'm happy, you know, you finally said I'm your best friend."
"I'll make sure not to repeat that mistake again."
"Well, with all the love in the air, how about we all go out for dinner?" Brock invited, he was happy that Barbra Jean decided not to leave him. Van put the camera away, still sobbing.
"And you're all alone." He pulled his mother-in-law into a tight hug. Barbra Jean saw him and went to give Reba a hug too. Reba was sandwiched between the two tall goofy people.
"I'm fine, Van. If God willing, I'd find someone. If not, just put me in a nice home." Reba quipped trying to struggle out of the embrace. The dysfunctional family went to have dinner together before Brock and his family returned to their home, Van and his family went back to partially burned house. Kyra went to her band practice and Jake went to see his friend, leaving Reba in the big ol' house. She flipped through her family album and printed the recently taken photos to add into the album. She looked at the old pictures from when Brock and her first got married, all the way up to when Barbra Jean's pictures were added into the family album. Brock, the man she used to love with all her heart. Now he belongs to someone else, her best friend. Reba was hoping someday she would be lucky enough to have someone tell her, 'without her there's a hole in his chest where his heart used to be', or that kinda crap, like what Brock just said it to Barbra Jean. Reba closed her family photo album and went to have a nice warm bath.
"Hi there best friend, whatcha doin'?" Barbra Jean barged into Reba's house seeing Reba working out in front of her big screen TV.
"Scrubbing the floor," quipped Reba exercise along with Jane Fonda.
"Ha ha very funny peaches. Feel a little fat lately?" Barbra Jean's remark caused Reba to stop and turn around.
"No, I just have to get into shape or Doctor Schmidt will give me the third degree that I don't exercise enough again. I have a physical in three weeks. I hope to lose at least two pounds by then."
"In three weeks? C'mon Reba, your body is what it is; you can't change it in a matter of weeks. But I'm sure Jordan can help you get a little thinner." Reba rolled her eyes.
"I don't want to be thin, I just want to be firmer. I do like my curves, not a stick like you."
"Oh Reba, I know you're saying this out of jealousy. Well, if it's any consolation, you look great for someone in her fifties." Reba took in a deep breath.
"TANGERINE!" Shouted Reba, Barbra Jean shot out of her living room so quickly. Reba turned off her TV, not in the mood to exercise anymore. Dr. Schmidt would complain that she didn't exercise regularly, and not taking care of herself well enough. He was her family doctor, even before she was pregnant with Cheyenne. He was like a father to her. He would complain if she didn't take care of herself well. And she exercised only because he said so.
"Reba, I found a list of men you can date." Barbra Jean didn't like seeing her friend all by herself. She started to feel guilty that she was happily married to Brock, when it was supposed to be Reba that was happily married to him. She felt it was her duty to find her best friend a man.
"Not interested."
"C'mon, Reba, you're my best friend, and I want to see you happy."
"Didn't last time you say that you'd rather see me be unhappy and all yours, than happy with someone else?"
"Well, I still kinda feel that way, but for you, I'm willing to sacrifice my happiness." Reba rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Please at least take a look at these eligible men." Reba gave up and sat down next to Barbra Jean looking at the classified section from the newspaper, the ones that Barbra Jean circled for her. Before Reba had chance to comment on any of those, her eldest daughter and her son-in-law barged in.
"Mom, look what Van and I signed you up for." Cheyenne excitedly turned on the computer to show Reba that they signed her up to an online dating site. Reba was shocked to see her picture on the site. Barbra Jean threw the paper away. This was better.
"That isn't my picture!"
"Well, Van retouched your picture, he was debating between putting your face on a bikini model's picture or put a beautiful young face on your body. We decided it would be less of a shock to your potential date to put your face on the bikini model."
"You better delete that instantly. I don't have those! They barely fit into the screen! And I'm not blond you mo-ron!" Reba smacked the back of Van's head. He was so proud of his artwork.
"We tried to look for redheaded model, but it's very hard to find. Can't you just dye your hair?"
"No! And this picture isn't me, it's wrong in so many levels, delete the picture immediately!" Demanded Reba started to fume up.
"Oh look mom, you've got male." Cheyenne announced with a giggle, ignoring her mom's deadly glare.
"Nice rack" Van read the message aloud, causing everyone to laugh. "I think we better delete the picture Cheyenne, you don't want to disappoint them when they're expecting melons but they only get..." Reba put her hands on her hips, glaring at Van and daring him to finish the sentence.
"Alright, we'll delete the picture and put a more decent one instead, but please mom give it a try?" Brock barged in before Reba even had chance to say yes or no.
"Hey Reba, guess what? One of my golf buddies wants to ask you out!" That did it, Reba snapped.
"What the heck is wrong with you people? Do I have anything written on my forehead that I need a man?"
"Well, we just want you to be with someone. Even Jake has a girlfriend, we don't want to see you die alone," stated Barbra Jean with her pity face.
"At this very moment, I wish I'm dead, alone! Can you please leave me alone, I don't want to date any guy on the news paper, I don't want my profile on the Internet, and I don't want my ex to set me up on a date, because it's weird!" Reba hollered, stomping out of the living room.
"Red's in a mood."
"She definitely needs a man" Barbra Jean commented.
"We better set her up with someone." Van determined. "Tell us about the golf buddy of yours." Brock started to yap about his friend, not paying attention to the look everyone in the room gave him.
"Wait, let me get this straight," Barbra Jean stopped her husband "He's shorter than Terri the jewelry store owner?"
"He wears a toupee?" Van shuddered
"He's in his 80s?" Cheyenne sneered.
"Yeah... Why y'all looking at me like that?"
"You just don't want her to be happy, don't you Mr. H" Van gave him a disapproving look. "I mean he's old, can he even get it up?"
"Oh gross Van!" Cheyenne hit him.
"Of course I want her to be happy, just not too happy."
"You're unbelievable" Cheyenne and Barbra Jean shook their heads. "Let's see who else we got." they turned their attention back to the online dating website.
"Ooh how about this guy, real hair, real teeth, with seven dogs and twelve kids... Well, he sure is active. Next!"
"How about this guy," Van pointed out "Dentist, part-time golfer, tanned, 50, divorced with three kids..." all eyes turned to Brock"
"I swear that isn't me! Besides, I'm not fifty and I have four kids."
"I don't think mom would like him though, I mean why else she want to date another guy like dad."
"Hey!"
"You guys still here?" Asked Reba coming back into the living room about half an hour later wearing a sweat suit. "What y'all are up to?"
"Reba, would you date a 50 year old dentist who has passion for golf?" Questioned Barbra Jean, causing Reba to glare at Brock
"Not me" Brock put his hands up in defense."
"No, I got rid of one, why would I date another? Can you guys stop setting me up on a date? If I'm meant to find someone, I will find someone!"
"We don't want to see you sitting in your sweats," commented Barbra Jean "You poor thing." She pulled Reba into a pity hug.
"I'm going out jogging, you expecting me to wear an evening gown and heals? Now get off me!" The family watched Reba leave with a look of pity in their eyes, feeling sorry for her that she had no one. The day of her physical, Reba had lost one pound. Oh well, better than nothing.
"Mrs. Hart, we have to inform you that Dr. Schmidt will not be practicing medicine anymore. He's retiring. You files were transferred to Dr. Oakley."
"Oh yeah, I remembered getting a letter about that." Reba just recalled receiving the letter and getting a chuckle out of the Doctor's name. Then Cheyenne's house caught on fire, which made having a new physician less of a priority.
"Please change into this and the doctor will be with you shortly." The nurse handed her the hospital gown. Reba stripped off her clothes and covered herself with the gown. She glanced at the name of the doctor. 'Dr. A. Oakley', Reba spread a small smile, grinning at the name. She heard a soft knock on the door. Reba sat on the bed, getting ready for her routine checkup.
"Hello Mrs. Reba Hart, I'm Dr. Andrew Oakley, you new physician." The doctor introduced himself and extended his hand for a handshake. Reba quickly made sure she was decent and well covered before sheepishly extended her hand to shake his. Dr. Oakley gave her a sweet grin before looking thought her file. 'Yum' Reba mouthed the word to herself, starting to feel uncomfortable being nearly naked in front of the best-looking man she ever came across. Oh God, this would be the most awkward physical yet!
