Red Carpet
Over at the house, Carrie-Bri had unearthed something:
“We found Rose’s secret stash. She bought a bag of cheesy Doritoes and hid them before she left for Florida.”
Mom pulled the bag out of their hiding place in the laundry room. Thankfully still unopened, they did not emit freshly laundered scent.
Frances whipped out his new machete. He was very proud.
“Creole, Puff ‘o Lump, and I will go hacking through the forest with this,” he said happily.
Meanwhile, Dad was taking Mom on a date that night.
“Another one?” Collette asked.
“Yes, and I have to make dinner again,” said Carrie. “That’s all I do anymore is take care of these kids.”
“It’s like Dad’s trying to domesticate you or something,” Collette laughed.
“I know,” Carrie huffed. “He even said I looked ‘quite domesticated’ the other day, when I had my hair in a bun.”
On that last day of winter: big news from an old choir member and fellow home schooler: Naboth Rutabaga, who had been awarded a Grammy (given to the choir of which he was a part for “Best Engineered Classical Album”). He had always had a good deep voice, and was a great pianist. Some people did have the knack for going on to do great things in life. An old fellow choir member on the red carpet. Who would have guessed.
And another former choir member had become engaged: Darnell Igloo.
“Yeah, he shaved his head and has a goatee – he’s so hot,” Joe joked.
Joe was still working on his own goatee. It only wanted for a little momentum.
That night, OLeif rang Collette from church where he was practicing for the Sunday morning Easter service.
“The fingerboard just popped right off my violin. I don’t even know how it happened.”
It was time for a visit to the strings doctor.