"He'll sit there and go, Dipsy... Po... Dipsy... Po. I honestly don't think he knows colors. Just Teletubbies."


Crazy Dove Lady

I have not posted in quite a while. The play closed on Saturday. It was so fun, and I will miss everyone so much. Everyone was just so funny and nice and generally insane. The parties were a blast, as were practices. Perhaps later I will post a list of a great many funny things that were said, all of which will be quite enjoyable.

Today was the first day of Vacation Bible School working drama with Betty and Little Peep. Oh, goodness. I love those girls so. Anyway, it went well, except for the whole element of getting hit with flying glow sticks, and the CD player even worked.

Afterward, we went to Betty and Little Peep's house to watch The OC. I somehow got addicted to games on disneychannel.com on the laptop, and then we watched the Michael Jackson verdict with their mom. This was very humorous because they kept showing the crazy obsessive Wacko Jacko fans outside the courthouse.

"Don't these people have jobs?" -Betty and Little Peep's mom

These were your general run-of-the-mill psychotics, you know, "Innocent Until Proven Innocent" signs and the whole thing, until Crazy Dove Lady showed up. This woman had ten doves in a box, and for each time he was announced not guilty on a charge, she would kiss a dove and send it flying into the air. By the end, we all really wanted him to be charged guilty of something, just to make Crazy Dove Lady upset, but to no avail. So Crazy Dove Lady, who is definitely unstable, remained happy, which, considering her apparent instability, was likely for the better of society. Of course, Betty and Little Peep's mom had quite a lot to say about the crazies and the verdict. But mostly about the crazies.

"Stop kissing the doves! Doesn't that lady know how dirty those birds are?!"

"Look at that sign. 'Michael, on behalf of humanity, I'm sorry.' What?! Humanity? Don't you think that's just a little strong? I certainly am not sorry! Jeez, Louise."

Then in the car, listening to the radio, they said that they couldn't tell Michael's expression, and I shouted something rather loudly about that being a side effect of his numerous plastic surgeries. Which is true.

Oh, le sigh, do I love thunderstorms.


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