Andy was pretty quiet last week–in fact, I almost sent the HH down to the basement to do a welfare check. Just when I thought he’d disappeared for good, I spotted him out back whispering to one of the yard gnomes. Turns out, he’d just been homesick for Gladys. He said he’d spent the week in downwarddog trying to recenter himself.
Lucky for Andy, Gladys showed up later that afternoon. And, um, well, she’s not quite what I expected. To be honest, she looks like she has sin written all over her. {Lucy looked a little scared.}
Gladys had a real quick look around, and downed a can of what she called “the sweet nectar of life.” Yikes.
Then she turned all of her attention to Andy. I didn’t take pictures of their reunion {you’re welcome}. Gladys could see that Andy had really let himself go in his state of depression and lectured him for not maintaining his “gorgeous coif.” She immediately opened her suitcase and pulled out a cape, scissors and hair clips to get Andy “back in the game” with a haircut.
I’m not going to lie, I really wanted to see what else was in her suitcase while her back was turned, but Andy looked so scared, I thought I better stay and offer moral support. Guess Andy was right, Gladys is his “very own little hurricane.”
To be continued…
Tanya says
You obviously have great neighbors 🙂
Madam Chow says
I am riveted! Also, I whispered to my Brussels sprouts like Andy does, and they bolted, so no more of that around here.
Mavis says
I’ll have to ask Andy what it is exactly you are suppose to whisper to them to make them grow. 😉
Theresa says
HaHa!!! I love your sense of humor! How do you come up with this stuff? You must be a riot in real life.
Lisa says
I have to be honest. This is wierd. lol
Mavis says
😉
Huey says
What?