Turkey, Trains and Trees - Conclusion

Well I feel sorry for Dadda today. Last night he needed a diapey instead of living in the potty because his tummy hurt. He spend the whole day on the couch, which is twice as much time as he usually spends there. Mamma had to take over diapey dooty, (hee hee) among other things while Dadda remained immobile and immovable.

I guess Mamma was pretty upset by Dadda's illness because she went plumb nutz and started bringing in ginormous boxes from the garage and re-arranging everything in the dining room for what I presumed was some kind of arts and crap project. No, I was wrong, just like everybody else in this family, myself included, she took to playing God and decided to build a tree in the house instead of just going outside. I tell you, these people will do anything to avoid the outdoors, that's where I'm free to get candy from neighbors and also there are slides sometimes.

This project took the better part of the day, which is where god-like skills come up short in comparison to the real thing. Wait, how long do the other trees take to build? Never mind, I guess I'm just blogging out of my diapey. Anyway, in what can only be described as one-upmanship in the face of creation, after she built the tree, indoors mind you, she thought she'd improve upon the idea by adding lights to it. I left her to it, as I'm sure lightning will strike any minute.  Then it got worse. When evening arrived Mamma and Bubbas started putting toys on the tree that no one was allowed to play with!


Well so far, no one has been stricken with boils or locusts, unless you count Dadda's isolated illness that preceded the "tree-building" event, perhaps as some sort of prognosticating plague of prophecy. In either way, this activity, this indoor affront to nature, which now lights up as if on some sort of pre-determined schedule better have some sort of pay-off.


Meanwhile, instead of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and other educational programs, we watched three separate versions of the same story involving Mickey, Muppets and finally Magical realism. (sorry I ran out of "M" words) Well I learned a simple truth about life from this Crissmus Carol, although there were no people named Carol, just a reoccurring "Screwed" character, one of which was played by a duck, my favorite! This Crissmus is an annual tradition, a concept I have no knowledge, not Crissmus, but the word annual. Anyway Crissmus is the time to see ghosts, play with Puppets from Sesame Street and visit people in your pajamas and bring them a giant chicken. Mmm chicken. Either way count me out. I'll have none of it and that tree is still freaking me out.

Now, what's all this talk about this German girl named Sandra Klause?

Today I am close-minded trying new things!