On a happier note....
Sunday afternoon, Gracelyn, my two-year old niece, walked into the living room at Susan and Brian's with her toy purse (it comes with it's only little made-of-felt credit card so they can quickly learn to say things like, "Mommy," "Daddy" and "Charge it!") and announces to everyone, "I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going to Target."
BTW--Target is Gracelyn's favorite store. I really must get her to see the wonders that are Wal-Mart...well, except the Smyrna one which is not that hot, but yet I still go in there to shop. (Don't get me started on my rant that all Wal-Marts are the same one and the doors are just giant transporters that beam you to the central Wal-Mart...I'll rant about that one another time).
So, she and Davis came over for dinner that night. And as is her usual custom, Gracelyn wanted to go outside and explore, which Uncle Michael is only too happy to help her do. So, we were making our way on our usual circuit to see the dog next door (it was too early to see the stars...which that reminds me, she needs glow-in-the-dark stars and a moon for her room.) and we wandered by the azalia's we planted a few weeks ago. And along the fence I see this black stripe and I think--what the heck is that?!? Only to realize...holy cow, the black stripe is moving and holy mother of heaven, it's a snake! Now, I am firmly from the Indiana Jones school of disliking snakes and even though I am fairly certain that this one is not poisnous and wouldn't us any harm, I grab up Gracelyn and head back to the safety of the deck and sun porch. Of course, this irritates her as she was looking at the pretty flowers and we've now gone off course from the goal of our quest--to see the dog next door (who is a beagle and we call Snoopy, even though I don't think this is the dog's real name...but she answers to it...of course I also feed her treats and I think she'd answer to anything for a Pupperoni). So, after telling my parental units you've got a snake, I take Gracelyn out to see the puppy who is not outside and she is clearly unhappy.
Maybe that's why she was gonna go shopping...to drown her disappointment.
Of course some evil part of me says--be a good uncle and get Gracelyn and Davis a puppy. But then part of me remembers that what I do in the spoiling department now will come back to haunt me...and I'm pretty much screwed there for all the spoiling I've done to not only Gracie and Davis but also GiggleGirl and BrainyBoy from Inn of the Last Home's family. So, a puppy is out for now...
Notice that says, "for now..."
::Dr. Evil laughter goes here:::
posted by Michael Hickerson at 5/11/2004 02:00:00 PM |
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