Curse of the Country
OLeif began his day resting in bed, a week after Collette had done the same. Puck, who was also feeling his cold, spent his day mischievously scattering toys around the kitchen at the house. He was also given a sample of his first half-raisin, which he chewed like cud for twenty minutes before finally swallowing.
“Hey, Collette, check out the table,” Frances called to Collette.
“What? Frances, what is that? Is that dandruff?!”
Frances roared with laughter at the dusting of snow-like flakes.
“Frances! That is disgusting.”
“Ah! Carrie! I can’t take any more of the Kenny Chesney!” Rose yelled sometime during the afternoon. “It’s driving me insane!”
Carrie had received an overload of country music from Awesome up in Michigan, country and Wal-Mart fanatic that he was.
“He did not just send this,” Carrie groaned, hitting the next selection. “Are you serious? ‘If Drinkin’ Won’t Kill Me, Her Memory Will’?”
“Collette!” Linnea grinned. “He sent Carrie a song called, ‘She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy’.”
“Yikes,” said Collette.
Awesome was awesome, but his music was not.
“I’m trying, I really am,” said Carrie. “But this is just not good music.”
The painting was taking a long time. Carrie’s new Radiohead CD arrived in the mail. This helped the painting process. A little.
Puck continued to play football with Collette. His best try was pushing the ball across the floor, which made him believe he was actually throwing it. The little chubby.
By the time Puck was having his snack, Mom had left for the Silverspoon’s to spend some time with Denae. Collette followed later to drop off Linnea with Mom and to pick up a remedy for the Puckling who was sniffling in the back seat.
Once home, Puck promptly explored for things he shouldn’t eat and then became slap happy.
That night, while OLeif talked on his cell phone, Collette thought about volcanoes and Valentine’s Day.