This morning's local news show included a story about a day care in Big Flat City that stages a mock wedding for pre-schoolers each year after reading the kids several Bible stories about "husbands and wives". We're talking WEDDING here. In the church, with a minister. Gowns, tuxedos, flowers, candles, music and idiot, doe-eyed parents. Verrry creepy.
When I got home from my trip last week, Jackson was sick. He finally gave in and went to an urgent care clinic on Sunday. He has pneumonia. Not a cold. Not allergies. Pneumonia.
He's such a show off.
Speaking of ill - I had not one headache all of last week. The minute I walked back into my office, my head started to pound. I've now had this headache for 3 long damn days. I think I need to chuck it all and move to East Texas. How am I going to convince all my homies to come with me? And then we'll all be whining and wanting to move back when summer gets here. So much for that idea!
Does Forrest Whitaker creep you out? Or is it just me?
Evil Steve has abandoned my chair in favor of Jackson's. Evidently my blanket-free legs are not to her liking this evening. I have been most officiously snubbed.
Remember Mr. Hyhun on "Hey, Arnold!"? "Its very creepy!"
Yesterday Katie came calling at the bedroom door. She was creeped out because one of the cats had brought a rat into her bedroom. She found it when she dropped her watch behind the bed. The watch had landed on the "smushy, furry thing" and she didn't want to touch it. I cinched up my bathrobe and grabbed the necessary tools (broom and dustpan) and pulled out the bed so I could rescue the contaminated time-piece. I swiped at the furry carcass to maneuver it into the dustpan. The brown, hairy mass rolled over and grinned at me.
It was a dis-embodied Barbie head. Very creepy!