Happy Happy Happy Mad
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Puck entered Collette’s room after breakfast, scissors in one hand, a scanty wad of hair in the other…
“Seriously, dude…”
“Mama, I want hair for my hair collection. Just like you!”
Maybe it had been a mistake to show him the box of braided hair tails from throughout the years, various lengths and colors. Fortunately, the damage had been minimal, and Collette shrugged it off.
Judah preached for the last time. Reigned in tears maybe a couple of times, the old chap.
Puck was being the sheriff again, or better known to Collette as – Mr. Bossy Pants.
“I love him,” said Daisy-Jean. “He’s my policeman. I love it!”
Man, he was getting big. Tall and sort of lanky. So fast…
“Puck, you are getting too big,” said Carrie later, analyzing the newest developments in the chubby factor of his cheeks.
“Wuhl… I’m getting bigger, Sun.”
“Oh yeah? How do you know that?”
“Because my burper is getting bigger.”
He walked over to the fridge to inspect contents…
“Could I have one of these red cheeses, Sun?” he asked, rummaging through the fridge.
“Well of course you may, honey.”
Apparently the kittens had been causing trouble. Rose had spent the night at the house Friday. When she returned… smashed pottery – plants and soil everywhere, unrolled paper towels, and somehow the bed had been moved, which collapsed when Rose sat on it. Two innocent sleeping lumps had stuffed themselves under the comforter before the lightening had rolled in Saturday night.
Triple play – Grandma Combs’ 76th birthday, OLeif’s 28th, and Father’s Day.
So Grandma arrived at three with cinnamon bears, trail mix, and snapdragons. OLeif received a substantial QT gift card for all those necessary snacks-on-the-road.
Francis and Puck got busy – slammed snapdragons into the patio, Legos, etc.
Carrie grilled cheese sandwiches, sausage soup, and cold ginger ale. Chocolate peanut butter cheesecake had also been prepared. Carrie stuck in a handful of candles…
“Ok, Grandma blows out the pink, OLeif the blue, and Dad the green.”
They managed to pull that off successfully.
And Rose prepared for her birthday festivities the following week…
“Know what I’m going to do on my birthday?” she said in satisfaction. “I’m going to renew my license.”
What a blast.
She added…
“I have now arrived at the age where it’s rude to ask a lady her age.”
During dinner, she delicately discussed the bubonic plague.
Gifts.
For Dad – chocolate covered raisins, a collage photograph of the family, and the soon-to-be-accomplished transfer of old family videos to DVD.
Grandma received a “What would Jeeves do?” mug and the laugher that sent her over the edge – American flag ball cap affixed with quilted hands moose-ears style, holding additional American flags. When a string under the chin was pulled, the hands waved the flags.
Perfect Grandma gift.
The evening wrapped up with Baskin Robbins bubblegum ice cream for those who would, and Collette declaring fury over a ridiculous fifteen innings downtown.