ANNIEPOLOOZA TONIGHT! OMG! >>>BAAY
Dear Readers,
Mom is such a know-it-all. First, she leaves "Les Mis" on this morning to depress us as the rare morning sun
streams rays of liquid happiness into our apartment! (as the "Revolution" music plays...and all the people die
except, well who hasn't seen Les Mis, so back to our story!)
We complained. Mom, we sez, play something happy, something that will fill our lungs to bursting with song.
Then some weisenheimer, (Oh, was it Raj Mahal?) opens his big, fat pie-hole and sez, "NOT 'ANNIE' ANYTHING BUT ANNIE, NO ANNIE! IT'S A BRAINWORM WE'LL NEVER GET OUTTA
OUR WIDDLE HEADS: TOMORROW, TOMORROW, NO ANNIE, SEZ I!" and mom capitulated
by declaring our entire apartment an Annie Free Zone! Okay, fine. WhatEVAH!
At least she turns off Les Mis before heading off to the Farmer's Market for our weekly organic treats.
That's all we cared about...
Bellingham is a strange little town, NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT! When we get a blizzard, 'Hamsters cross -country skis to the ice cream shop mom went to yesterday on Railroad Street. When the sun comes out, we find at least ten outdoor arts, nature, music, and race festivals happening all at the SAME time. Like the Appliance Art Festival mom was in a few years ago when it first debuted...cool stuff, and mom did see appliances being driven with wheels down the street and around the market, but it only makes B'hamsters smile watching dryers drive by!
UNTIL! AND WE SWEAR THIS IS TRUE!
As mom approached a crosswalk, she found herself engulfed in a parade of little children all dressed up
like little Annies with their little red, curly Annie wigs on, and they were all singing and mom couldn't do
one thing about it, only accept "This is my Annie-Free-Zone karma! HOLY FORKIN'-HORKS, I HAVE BEEN AMBUSHED BY AN ANNNIEPALOOZA!"
True. They were all marching around to promote their performance tonight at the Mt. Baker Theatre,
(a place so fancy mom doesn't even OWN the clothes she would need to be seated there!) but it gets
worse! (as if that's even possible!)
She got a sandwich at the Public Market that's kind of like a big co-op of different organic eateries
and a market and had to sit down on a bench to get it to all fit on the walker with the hay she also got
for us...does it seem like it's all about us? Good! Because it is! and the nice man next to her was talking
on his iThingy about children's theatre and brochures and stuff...and then he got off the phone and asked
if mom needed help...(like, when doesn't she?) and she merely looked at him, in disbelief, and asked:
"Do you know anything about the "Annies" who are marching all over town? Do you? DO YOU?!"
And he pulled out a poster with big red letters gleaming "Anniepolooza!" emblazoned across it beneath
a photo of Annies and other little people...before showing mom which of the many Annies was his very
own daughter, to which mom stopped hyperventilating into her brown paper sandwich bag long enough
to say, "She is very pretty." And then she ASSURED HIM that she did not need help unless he had a
spare oxygen tank on him, no, didn't think so, and he went off on his merry way, so proud of his beautiful
daughter who would be singing (THAT SONG) TONIGHT, NOT TOMORROW, BUT TONIGHT,
at the Mt. Baker Theatre.
Other than that, we all had a pretty good day. Except when mom went to the farm store to get our hay
and was admiring the fine pair of "mating peacocks" they had for sale and the devil man who she tries to
always avoid saw her, grinned the grin of Satan, and said, "Oh, have you seen the half dozen guinea pigs
we saved for you?" She darn near dropped her hay!
He was just kidding...this time!
At least he wasn't singing "Tomorrow."
The peacocks were.
It's a hard knock life!
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