Zali is like an elephant. No, not his girth! His memory. Zali never forgets anything. Last Sunday? When we took the little kids out for a run and some ice cream?
Now he is convinced that every time I get in the car, I am on my way to a magical amusement park of fun. I am going out to bath in giant sugar tubs of sweet caramel swirls. And I am leaving him behind to wait with all these *shudder* animals! Merde! Sacre Bleu! Mon Dieu! Quelle Dommage!
Riding in the car will never be the same for him.
*That's Simone's hairy ear in the foreground.
I suppose if I did cave and take him for a cone every time I got in the car, he would resemble an elephant in other ways, too.
Better he should curse me and my ability to work a stick shift, huh?
Last Thursday, I had to go to the dermatologist for my every-three-months-full-body check for suspicious moles. I thought I would FINALLY get a Get Out Of Jail Free card. Wrong. It seems I am destined to leave small fragments of epidermis at his office at each quarter of the year. Like paying your sales tax or something. I could tell by his nervous laughter that something was up as he was removing two moles from my back.
The mole in question was just under the length of my hair. My Rapunzel locks have been growing like an untended weed for the better part of a year now. I mentioned to Hud that it might be time to whack it off, too.
It had gotten to the point where people who tossed it a compliment said things like, "Wow, Your hair is so long." Not it's pretty or what a great color, long. Hmmmph. I know what that means...
OFF WITH HER HEAD! (of hair)
This is the fourth time I have grown my hair to give away. The last three went to Locks of Love, the organization that makes wigs for children who have lost their hair to chemo or alopecia. This time, I think it may be off to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths (http://www.pantene.com/en-US/beautiful_lengths.jspx) Beautiful lengths makes hair pieces for adults. Locks of Love sells my hair to pay for necessities the skull caps and weavers because it is colored. They do not color the hair for children. It must be all natural. And since children are rarely gray... It gets sold.
This time, with my own scrimmages with cancer, I feel the need to have it used for a wig. For someone who has not been as lucky as I have. It would comfort me to know that I have directly made another's life a little better.
I wish that Bob would take me up on the offer to block out a three hour appointment so that he could just take them ALL off. Doesn't that make sense? 'Cause my moles, they are a changin'...
*The Doctor just called. Ugh. More surgery in a month on the wayward mole...At least it can be done in the office.
Today is officially Love Your Pet Day. Unlike the other 364 days of the year when I make them perform house cleaning chores and beat them. Oh, and starving. At least I don't dress them up in funny costumes and, oh, wait. I guess I do that too...
Last Summer, Hud and I headed out to our favorite decorative cement doojig shop. What? Like you don't have one? I needed (okay wanted, geesh) a statue to cover the replenishing stream in our swimming pool. There were so many to choose from! Spitting fish? No.... Maid spilling an urn? Nope... Spewing lion? Nuh uh....
And there he was. I was enchanted. A little boy peeing.
He had no price on him so Hud asked one of the gentlemen painting a giant frog playing a ukulele if he knew the cost. He turned and yelled up to an older man pouring cement into a mold, "Hey! How much for Pee Pee Boy? Yeah, Pee Boy. No, not the whole fountain! Just Pee Pee Boy! You know, Pee Pee Boy! Yeah, just Pee Pee Boy. That just for Pee Pee Boy?"
And thus Pee Pee Boy got his name.
*I'll just bet you thought this story was going to be about Zali.