"Hector." Mrs. Gobbles glanced over at her husband. "Please be serious."
“Sorry sorry, Augustina.” Mr. Gobbles eyes scanned the perpetually-shifting swarm of offspring. “Have we got everybody? Wobbles… Hobbles… Squabbles…”
“Mom, Dad, can we go now? Can we go yet?”
“No it’s not safe just yet.” Augustina herded a recalcitrant child back towards the group while her dear husband continued to count the bouncing little heads.
“Hang on… Flobbles… Dobbles… All right, we have everyone.”
Mr. and Mrs. Gobbles peered carefully to the left and then to the right and finally to the left again. The coast was clear.
“Okay. Everyone, GO!”
And with the skittering of fifteen sets of talons on tarmac, the turkey family crossed the road to the shady brush on the other side.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
- Do not buy CDs from street performers. They'll almost always disappoint: rarely sounding as good on the recording as they do in real life. Oh he had such a LOVELY voice... coupled with that small guitar... what purpose did it serve to throw in the synthesizers???
- Vehicles need to be registered in the state of Massachusetts, except for bicycles.
- Do not park a scooter on the sidewalk at Walden Pond. This is no longer the mid-nineteenth century. We have RULES, people. We have a tourist attraction to run.
- Even on the eve of the seventh Harry Potter book, when all the world is dressed in geeky black robes, wearing pointed hats, and reveling in the streets of Harvard Square, you will still find an enthusiastically devoted contingency of Red Sox fans huddled around the TV in the store window, oblivious to the magical mayhem which surrounds them.
- The man who stands behind the giant handmade puppet performing Hippie Karaoke with young children will immediately switch to singing about his favorite herb and moving the large plastic "cigarette" to the puppet's mouth once said children leave.
- My gosh I love MA.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
For the celebration of our nation's Independence Day, my mother made blueberry muffins for breakfast, complete with red, white, and blue star confetti sprinkles on the tops. I was "supervising" my younger brother as he washed the dishes and he unwittingly blurted out something extremely alliterative. I don't remember what the original statement was, but we went back and forth a few times, trying to out-alliterate one another.
Happy Independence Day!!!
P: Amazingly awesome alliteration!At this point E stumbled into the room, just barely awake after a sound night's sleep. She did not appear pleased with all of the excessive and unnecessary yammering at so early an hour (on a state-sponsored holiday, no less), put us in our place with one swift, clean blow...
K: Wow! What wonderful words we witness.
E: Breakfast before babble....and trailed into the other room, hair all poufed to one side and blanket dragging on the floor behind her.
Happy Independence Day!!!