It's Getting Real Now
“So what do you think of my outfit today?” Sometimes El Oso asks me this, just to get a strange reaction. Usually while we’re driving to church.
“Well… I guess I’d call it: UPS Man Gets Cold in Norway, Borrows Local Sweater.”
“Well, I like your style.”
“Thanks… Not sure Cardinals t-shirts, jeans, and moccasins is an enviable fashion style… ”
(I wasn’t wearing this particular combination to church, no.)
“I should get you more shoes. What’s your take on the Ugg movement?”
More of this nonsense, and resisting the urge to play Bruno Mars fifteen minutes out from Sunday School breaking down the parallels between Revelation and Deuteronomy. Just somehow didn’t seem right …
Church luncheon. Ricky joined our little obnoxious corner by the window, food mountain speared by vertical plastic fork on his plate:
“It’s mostly salad, guys,” he insisted.
After enlightening him on our devastating past career in animal husbandry, Rose and I joined Mom, Carrie-Bri, Irish, and Jaya for the big bridal shower going down over in St. Peters. Feet dragging. It’s not Jaya’s fault, of course. Giggling gaggles of girls just aren’t the ticket to make these Snicketts girls want to dance. But it wasn’t so bad in the end, definitely as far as bridal showers go. We split a table with Lucia and Blessing, wearing her new sapphire and diamond, planning a summer wedding, ate sandwiches packed with brie, green apple, and some kind of meat, French-style. In fact, everything was sort of French, for Jaya’s sake. She quickly tore through a stack of gifts, including steak knives from moi. Seems an odd wedding gift choice in retrospect… Then Annamaria landed me with a violently violet hyacinth centerpiece on the way out.
Half the boys had napped away the day. El Oso and Puck cleaned out the gutters and washed the dishes back home before returning to the Big House. Joe made himself sick on fruit Roll-Ups, and Francis picked up the pizzas and cheesy bread, fighting Joe for the primary use of El Oso’s truck over the next four days. This had momentum to become an epic brawl. We split our separate ways just before 6:30 while Mom and Dad took their evening walk.
Back home getting ready for bed, Puck found El Oso’s old Bose headphones. They had seen better days. Puck was inspired enough to label them as at least “antique.”
“Mom, these are like … Egyptian old. I declare a family meeting. These head phones shall not be used again.”