Oh Dear – I Need Help My Friends

This isn’t good.  This is not good at all.  I need help my friends- LOTS of help.  I need to make mommy better.  She is having what she calls a ‘magenta’ kind of day.  You don’t know what that is, do you?  Mom is a huge fan of the Golden Girls and that’s where it comes from.  This is what it means:

“Magenta…that’s what I call it when I get that way. All kinds of feelings tumbling all over themselves. Well you know, you’re not quite blue, because you’re not really sad. And although you’re a little bit jealous you wouldn’t say you’re green with envy. And every now and then you realize you’re kind of scared but you’d hardly call yourself yellow…I hate that feeling. Just hate it. And I hate the color magenta. That’s why I named it that. Magenta. No way to really explain it but, fortunately between friends you don’t have to.” ~Blanche Devereaux

You get it now?  Plus she had to go to the worky place today.  Magenta, Monday and work equals not a good combination.  Not one particular thing can be the reason for Magenta.  It’s lots of little things snowballed into one giant I need to shout it out like the kid from Home Alone.

Perhaps that would work for mommy?  But then again, she’s at work and I really wouldn’t advise that in her industry.  So, what do we do to get mommy out of the Magenta mood and into say a blue colorful happy color?  Suggestions my friends?  Anything you can help me with?

 

Mom – The Scared Human

I know mommy is going to be mad when I post this but I just have to! Mommy is a HUGE Mickey Mouse lover. I mean H.U.G.E. A couple of weeks ago, daddy put this new shower curtain up in the bathroom. It was an awesome gesture and mommy fell in love with it. There’s matching hooks across the top of the curtain and a rug. I watched daddy put it up and tried to help. Mom was esctastic when she saw it.

Here’s the funny part… which I’m sure mom doesn’t think it’s funny. Last night, mom got up to go to the bathroom. She left all of the lights off until she got to the bathroom. She was kind of half asleep and half awake. I heard her get up but that was normal.

What wasn’t normal was the hideous scream she let out. I jumped up and grunted. Dad jumped up and ran down the hall. Mom had flipped the light switch on in the bathroom and saw the Mickey Mouse and thought someone was standing in the bathroom. Needless to say, she didn’t have to go to the bathroom anymore – snort PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud). Poor mom.