MISSING, ALWAYS MISSING
It's strange how things go missing around here. One minute you have three pairs of scissors in the pen cup on your desk, then the very next moment . . . well, no scissors at all. One minute TGG is going to call you right back, and the next minute, errrr, THREE HOURS later, well no TGG at all.
This is not a case of "that one missing white ankle sock", (well actually I have a large reward out for anyone who finds that damned sock), I'm talking about important business here! Things that mean something, that are vital to our very existence!
Mr. B cares not one bit about all of this. In fact, just now as I was tucking the big guy (!) into bed, I happened to glance around and noticed several things a bit suspicious:
On his table I notice a lemon, the grey top to my water bottle, one huge paradise tea bag (unbrewed yet), a chocolate egg, a single black sesame rice cracker, and one hot pink cryopak plastic lunch-pak freezer module. Fine.
At further investigation, I find a single odd birthday candle, the top to a Medium Ortega Salsa container (who buys Ortega anyway? - it sucks), a waxy ball of clay, and a lone black rectangle. These things sit there, taunting me as if they were teenage runaways living under freeway passes in North Hollywood. They belong somewhere, to someone, right?
Right! They belong to Mr. B, who lovingly cares for them, carries them from home to school, to restaurant, to park, to deli, to doctor's officce, to market, to the safe haven of his bedroom, where a very select few get to be tucked into the blankets with him as he drifts off into sweet dreams of swimming, airplanes, taxi cabs, shoe-string french fries, Jazzy the Cat, and tickles.
God Bless the soul who sees perfect value in simple things, like a single perfect black sesame rice cracker. I myself will finally rest when I find that damned white ankle sock.
DRIVING ALONG PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY . . . . .
. . . . . on the way to Malibu High School,
ME: Look, there's a man on the roof of McDonalds!
TGG: Ha, I know that guy.
ME: ? ? ?
TGG: He used to live on the top of KFC.
ME: ? ? ?
TGG: He's really cool.
