But first: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRISON! He's the big 9 today!! :) Love you cute boy!
Have you ever watched the cartoon Caillou and thought to yourself, “Gosh, I wish that grandmother narrator would choke on her butterscotch”?
Have you ever watched the cartoon Caillou and thought to yourself, “Gosh, I wish that grandmother narrator would choke on her butterscotch”?
Because I have. She would be infinitely easier to listen to if she had, I don't know, a darker side...
“It made Caillou sad that Grandpa used the wrong fork at dinner. Caillou wondered why he was cursed with such an idiot for a grandfather and thought about spiking his brownies with horse laxative. Then he remembered he was four years old and couldn’t really drive himself to the vet’s office.”
“Caillou was happy about his new red balloon until it finally hit him: ‘What in the heck kinda girlified name is Caillou, anyway?’”
“Caillou loved his new imaginary friend, Evil Leprechaun. Evil Leprechaun told him very interesting things, like what a great rack Caillou’s mother had, and suggested great ideas for play, like ‘find the matches and rub them on rough surfaces.’ After that unfortunate kitchen fire incident, Caillou spent the next several years in therapy.”
“Caillou wondered why he was bald. He figured the cartoonist had Charlie Brown-envy. Then he saw his mother get out the Nair shampoo for his bath…”
OK, I’m going to try, really really hard, to stay away from the computer until I leave tomorrow afternoon. I’m not saying I’ll do it. I’m just saying, I’m trying hard. I want to catch up the laundry and do some other stuff and pack before Rosalind and I take off tomorrow afternoon. So… I might see you in a couple of days at Melanie’s, or… (sigh)… I might see you tomorrow.