I’m going to tell you all about the awesome trip to Disney and the Insane Clown Posse concert with the girls next door but right now I’m having a hard time stringing sentences together. My train of thought is derailed.
But I had to share this with you.
The scene:
Lightweight drinker Sweety has had 4-5 Woodchuck ciders and is feeling rather buzzed. He starts playing with Oliver and gets too rough. Oliver gets freaked out and I tell Sweety he needs to be nice to Oliver to make up for it. Oliver commences to licking Sweety’s face thoroughly. Sweety wants to move away but I tell him that he has to take it to make up for freaking Oliver out. After about 4 minutes of watching, it occurred to me that I could video it. Ta-Dah!
I’m sorry for the disgustingness at the end. I had no idea he was going to do that. Yes, Oliver ate it.
When we went on vacation awhile back, I left out of here on a Tuesday morning with Sylvie and LB. (BB did not come on vacation this year because he had a big baseball game. They lost.) About 3 hours into the trip, I told Sylvie that she was finally old enough to go snipe hunting.
In this case, the “snipe” was a fictional, small, furry mammal. A bit smaller than a guinea pig. A good pet if you can find one!
Sylvie got very excited. I told her if she caught one that I’d buy her a cage for it. She spent the next 5 days talking about it. She told everyone that we met that she was going snipe hunting. And everyone said things like, “Oh, wow! I hear the snipes are running thick in Oklahoma this year!” She wondered aloud what she would name her pet snipe. She hoped that it would have purple fur but any color would do.
The day of the hunt, it occurred to me that she might not take the joke as well as we’d hoped. The original snipe hunt calls for leaving your victim in the dark to be scared shitless. I nixed that part from the hunt. I tried to talk Sweety into letting me buy a guinea pig, shaving it and tossing it in the road and telling her it was a snipe. He nixed that part of the hunt.
Before you watch the video, let me mention that my default emotion is manic laughter. I wasn’t really laughing like a hyena at a little heartbroken girl.
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As soon as Sweety turned the camera off, Sylvie and I took off to the bedroom where I told her about my snipe hunt and the boys’. Those made her laugh. In the midst of laughing, she narrowed her eyes and said to me, “You owe me, Aunt Anna. You owe me a big one.”
Sylvie’s such an odd cat that I really didn’t think she was going to freak out so badly. She’d spent a large part of her visit with us asking me uncomfortable questions. Questions always about Chi Chi…
I always knew it would be a Chi Chi question because of the sweet way that she’d drag out my name.
Aunt Annnna? Great Grandma’s in heaven and Chi Chi’s in dog heaven. Do you think Great Grandma is mad at you because you put Chi Chi in dog heaven or is she happy because they can visit sometimes and they aren’t in pain anymore?
Aunt Annnna? If you could go back in time….and relive the last two months of Chi Chi’s life? What would you do differently?
Well, I guess I’d have made sure she stayed away from the damned swimming pool.
Sweety would like it to be known that the bit of marshmallow that gets on his face in the end DID NOT COME OUT OF HIS NOSE. He put it there with his fingers on accident.
I think it’s hilarious that he will let me post this but is worried that you will think he blew marshmallow out of his nose.
. Bekah’s husband and adorable kid Chubby Bunnied it up tonight too.
