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Oh friends – it’s that time of the year again. Fantasy in Lights happens not too far away from us at Calloway Gardens in Pine Mountain, Georgia. It’s really a must see for the Christmas season. Something about going out at night, riding the Jolly Trolley throughout the park, seeing all of the beautiful lights in awe. ❤ it – I mean heck what’s not to love right?
Fantasy in Lights at Calloway Gardens has been taking place for more than 20 years – it’s among the top 10 light shows in the world. Did you know that they have more than 8 million lights throughout the park this time of the year? All of that shiny holiday spirit – 🙂
So mom and dad go and got lucky this year on the Jolly Trolley. They got front row seats together. There they sat all bundled up in their coats, coffee cups in hand and anticipating a wonderful show like always. Trolley’s have a driver and a conductor that talks about what is coming up and what to expect. The night mom and dad went, their conductor was Samantha. She was nice wonderful lady.
There is one spot that the trolley rides a bit before the show begins. Samantha thought it would be a nice touch for all of us to sing Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. Major feat but they can do this! So they start, “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…” Well daddy goes bah-bah-bah-bah in his best Bing Crosby voice out of the blue. Mommy says it was like a wave of laughter that started in the front of the trolley and then rolled all the way back. Finally the conductor was laughing so hard she said, “We have to switch songs now.”
Shakes piggy head. Those two humans of mine can’t be trusted to even go out and watch the lights.
Maybe this is why Mouse Girl here at the Hotel Thompson sings to her people in the middle of the night? I’m not really sure. But she can be heard performing nightly in the hallways where the sounds echo throughout the house. Shakes piggy head – and trust me. She has this same problem – her voice is a lot worse than her problems I’m sure – snorts.
Oh dear – snorts. I think Auntie Sharon created a monster here at the Hotel Thompson. Mommy went to bed early last night. She said she was ‘drained’. I’m not sure what that means to her but to me it meant short snuggle piggy time. I was left to the devices of daddy. Joy. Great. I’m excited. Really. Snorts.
So there we were in the living room – just me and dad. Even the purr things wimped out and went to bed early. Dad looked at me and I looked at him. He then looked at our curio cabinet. I snorted to tell daddy no and not to think about it. But we know my daddy. He doesn’t listen to me. This is not going to end well my friends. He took out the Japanese headband from the cabinet that Auntie Sharon sent back with Bashful.
This is not good. I’m trying to use all of the piggy telepathy I could to muster to speak to him mind to mind. Don’t do it daddy. Put it back. You will get into trouble. But of course, he doesn’t listen to me and we are one mind short – snorts. Then he does the dumbest thing. He looks right at me and says, “This won’t hurt anything and mommy doesn’t have to know”. Rolls piggy eyes. Has he not learned *anything* in 26 years with this woman? She KNOWS EVERYTHING.
He put on the headband. Idiot. I swear that is what this man’s middle name. In fact, I think if you look up stupid in the dictionary, his picture dressed just like this will be there – wearing his Angry Birds shirt and everything. I snort at him and do you know the man had the audacity to snort back at me?
He walked over to our stereo equipment. I was like what is the idiot doing now? I can’t start to explain this silly grin that overcame his face. He was like, “We have to have some theme music”. I’m like what? Highway to Hell? cause that is definitely the direction you are headed with the headband. Or perhaps it is Another One Bites the Dust because you will be if mommy catches you. He started to play the music and that’s when I really rolled my eyes, jumped on the couch I normally sit on and waited for the show waiting with my camera.
Oh dear piggy heavens. Tell me the man is not reinventing Kung Fu Fighting. Listen old man, Do NOT – you hear me now – DO NOT give up your daytime gig. What do you call this position? Crouching Daddy Stupid Stance? This is not going to end well. You do realize that, right?
There he was dancing and singing along to his song. What he didn’t realize was that he woke up mommy. And guess who was in the hallway watching this performance of a lifetime? Yep, mommy. When he turned in his dance and saw her in the hallway, let’s just say that Crouching Daddy Stupid Stance went down fast on the floor. Guess that headband couldn’t save you then huh daddy dearest?
Let’s start by saying, me and mom are so NOT morning peeps. We have a schedule that we keep in the mornings. I wake her up for breakfast. She gets up and we eat together. Then we bundle on the couch together and listen to the morning news as we cuddle for a couple of more minutes of snooze together. Do you get the picture? Together as in me and mommy time alone. NOTICE I didn’t say: me, mommy and daddy. There was no mention of daddy. It’s called me and mommy time for a reason. Let me say again… me and mommy. So you got that, right?
So this morning of ALL mornings on a Monday, guess who decides to get up with us and infiltrate into “our” time? That’s right – daddy. Not just daddy but non-stop-diarrhea-of-the-mouth talking daddy. Go back to bed daddy! Really. But no… let’s keep chatting away. Let’s keep singing away to Eddie Rabbit… to Elvis Presley… to Brooks and Dunn… to Pink. Yep, you read right – Pink. Rolls piggy eyes and shrugs shoulders.
You see, this is the problem. Daddy is a morning person. He wakes up happy, chirpy, full of life and wonderment. Me and mom not so much. Even this little oinker knows not to talk to mommy until after that first cup of coffee… sometimes maybe a second. And hey – I’m not that jolly myself in the morning. I have one thing on my mind – food. And then some snuggles. Sometimes not in that particular order.
Daddy was so bad this morning – a MONDAY of all days, that me and mom went to her room. I got on the big bed and watched her get ready for work. Guess who followed us? Mouthy man! I could see mommy and the steam was rising. She looked at me and I could just picture her in my head telling daddy, “SILENCE!” But she didn’t – it was a nice dream though. Poor dad. He was like a little puppy this morning following us around. I thought at one time I heard mommy mumble, “Jabber Jaws” under her breath. I can’t be sure though. Of all days, I think mommy was ready to go to work. She kissed me and put me back to bed for a morning nap. Daddy even followed her to the car. It’s going to be a long day for me here at the Hotel Thompson. Please pray for me that daddy goes back down for a nap. Snorts. Do you have a morning person in your house? What do you do when they get over obnoxious?
Sometimes the funniest things happen here at the Hotel Thompson. Sometimes they are just too good to pass up. It’s taken me all week to get myself together to post this blog. Let me start at the beginning shall we.
On Friday nights, it’s not unusual for us to stay up late here and watch television shows… especially b-rated movies. Rolls piggy eyes – sometimes those are so hilarious to watch. Mom and dad usually let me stay up late with them until I get too tired. This past Friday night was no exception.
We all stayed up until around 2AM. Hard to believe my humans can stay up that late isn’t it? Snorts. We all got ready in our separate beds in our separate rooms. Just about the time our heads touched the pillows, we were asleep.
Then around 3:30AM, it started. Mouse Girl and Hemi, the two purr things here at the Hotel Thompson, thought it was an ideal time to sing to their people. They were in the hallway where the acoustics are the best. They sung and it echoed. They sung and it still echoed. Neither one of them have done this in sometime. But it woke me up first. So I do what I do best. I started squealing. Mom and dad thought I was joining in but I wasn’t. I was telling the Purr Choir to shut it up because I need my beauty sleep. But they didn’t.
They then woke up mom and dad. Of course they played rock, paper or scissors to see which one would get up out of their comfy cozy bed to put a stop to the live orchestra. Daddy loss – snorts. He broke up the duo, gave them a treat and went back to bed.
Maybe thirty minutes later, Hemi decided to join them in bed. He does this every night so it’s no big deal. Hemi climbs up between mom and dad, settles in and snuggles to sleep. But nope, not this night. He was W.I.R.E.D. I don’t know what he got into but he was jumping off mom, dad, the nightstands and the television stand. Shakes piggy head. So guess who got banished from the bedroom? Yep, Hemi.
They thought then that everything was good and they could settle. That’s when Mouse Girl tag teamed into the bedroom. She has nerve after all of this to do her share of trouble. She went into the bedroom and proceeded to knock everything off of the television stand and nightstands. She got the wrath of mom and also got banished from the bedroom.
You would think that poor mom and dad had enough. They did get a couple of hours asleep. Then around 6:30AM something unnatural woke them both up. Something we haven’t heard all Winter. Something that sounds so beautiful – normally – but at the butt crack of dawn was like fingernails on a chalkboard. There was a cute little bird that was right outside their bedroom window singing like there was no tomorrow.
I heard daddy ask mommy, “What kind of insane bird chirps before daylight?” Mom’s reply, “A dead one.” Snorts. Of course she wouldn’t harm that little tweet bird. But, it was a hilarious for this little piggy to hear. I wonder if they will go to bed late tonight? I got $20.00 on the birdy before dawn – you? Snorts