A blessing on your head, mazal tov, mazal tov.

Look there. I quoted a song from a musical. Is what I did.

My best friend in high school loved her the theater -- was in all the local plays. I'd go to her house and she'd be listening to "I get no kick from cocaine! Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all, but I get a kick out of youuuu" and I'd be all wishing we could score some cocaine, with my Walkman on my head, listening to ZZ Top.

I don't know why her parents allowed me over. I wore a marijuana leaf necklace, for heaven's sake.  They probably just thought I was really into foliage.

Anyway, Tallulah went to Tiny Town today and got her punk arse blessed.

This longest ride to dog park, ever.

We got there two minutes late, thanks to someone driving like a grandma, but we got to see a lot of old Tiny Town friends, and Tallulah even got a little St. Francis medal to wear on her collar.

The blessing took place in the side yard next to the church, as I guess they didn't want anyone to gnaw the pews or anything. (I went in and gnawed them a little, anyway. They're just so tasty.)

Here is Uncle Father Mike, my old boss from when I was church secretary. He was the first person to meet Tallulah when I snatched her off the street. Only Tallulah calls him Uncle Father Mike. See his cross? It was given to him by Desmond Tutu. Or else a guy named Desmond wearing a tutu, I'm not sure. Or maybe a guy named Desmond who knows another person named Desmond and another person named Desmond, and he always has to say, "I'm Desmond too, too."

Who is annoying? Is it me?

After the blessing, we went to the home of some of our Tiny Town friends and had lunch on their peaceful porch. I mean, peaceful other than the totally out of control dog eating everything, including their cat.

Every time Tallulah ran into the room, she had something else in her mouth: a book, our hostess's slipper, and the pine cones by the fireplace. She was obsessed with the pine cones by the fireplace. Tallulah, I mean. Not our hostess. Well, our hostess probably was, too, as she was probably thinking, "I hope I have any ding-dang pine cones left by the end of this eternal afternoon."

Whose stupid wife brought this insane dog to the party? THIS GUY'S wife, that's who!

After lunch, we women went in the back yard to talk about bamboo, which, as you can imagine, I had a lot of intelligent contributions to make (I made a lot of bamboo puns; I even threw in the word "bamboozled" somehow.  Could Tiny Town and its people be gladder that I am gone?) when we heard the sounds of music, and we knew all the husbands had gotten out their instruments, so to speak, and started playing. All the husbands are musicians, hence their bond. We wives are merely groupies.

So, we had a good time in Tiny Town, as per usual. I'm glad we got to live there for awhile, if only to make the good friends that we did.

When it was time to go, guess who threw herself on the floor with a big sigh, finally ready to calm down and nap? Fortunately, they woke me up and got me to the car.

We stopped at a covered bridge on the way home.

I was hoping to start a torrid affair with Clint Eastwood after, but so far he hasn't called.

A woman there told me she had just seen a snake down by the water (sorry, Tee. Snake alert! There. I warned you.), and as scared as I am, I really wanted to see it. Don't ask me why. Why do you go to see Halloween 27 or whatever? I don't know. Nevertheless, we had the dog, so only Marvin went down near the water, and all of a sudden he started running back uphill. Guess who got to see a copperhead and I didn't? Marvin gets all the thrills.

He gets no kick from cocaine, but he gets a kick out of ewwww.

Comments

[J]

Looks like an absolutely perfect day. These ARE the good ole days.

[Christie]

Still a much more exciting weekend than I had. Lucky duck.

[Ree]

Tiny Towns are such fun.

[Shana]

Good times in Tiny Town. Hot diggity.

[Mother]

Our dogs got blessed today too, a special blessing by Fr. Steve, Agnes' priest. Their official animal blessing is tomorrow, but since we were there with our dogs, Fr. Steve got out his stole and blessed Goldie and Gus as they looked out the hatch of our car. He even sprinkled them and us. The choir sang happy birthday to Agnes during church and Harry and other Lenharts were mentioned in the homily (sermon for protestant folks). Better still, the pictures of your friend's house were so nice, especially since the border in their living room is the exact same border we had in our old house. Do you remember? It was on the ceiling in the dining room and all around the living room in our house. It was nice to see it again. I'm glad you all had such a nice day. Is Tallulah unable to speak with verbs? Someone should teach her.

[Mother]

I just realized that Tallulah speaks like Charlie Chan.

[Huh?]

Uncle Father MIke? Is this the south or what?

[Debbie/StudioBeeCreations]

Usually I read you in the morning..for my morning GAFAW!!....tonight...I will be giggling in my sleep thinking of your blog....you CRACK me up!...thanks...

[Nancy]

You had me at Tiny Town, June. I loved this post today. I think the time you spent in TT was a soul soother for you. Keep going back and keep taking us with you.

[Karla]

This actually happened today.

Me--Now I'm stuck in the ding-dang turn lane!
My Son--Ding-dang?
Me--Yes, it's an expression. Or the sound a doorbell makes when it's broken.

Glad I'm not alone in the ding-dang department!

[clowder mamma]

Clowder mamma here, wanting to comment on your post from a couple days ago, which I just now read, about the 3 kittens - yeah, having to catch up as I've been busy lately.
I agree with those who said you should take them home and foster them. The sooner they get used to being handled by humans, played with, etc, the better off they'll be and will be more easily adopted. Plus also too, they could end up pregnant sooner than you think, or run off to find a baby-daddy and you'll never see them again. OR, as in the case of the feral cats that I was feeding where I used to work, a couple of them got pregnant at a very young age, by their BROTHER! Eeeeeww! I eventually got all 5 cats fixed but they were too feral and couldn't be adopted. I kept feeding them though. And if you're like me (I fall in love with cats in a heartbeat), you'll worry about them out there in the gutter, especially in bad weather, and if one or more go missing, you'll so regret not taking them in. When it comes to husbands - it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission. :)

[Big Karen]

It makes my butt twitch that people are for real getting their dogs blessed.

[othermama]

Looks like the three of you had a great day. We loved the picture of Tallulah sitting so regally in the car. Glad you were able to spend time with the lovely people in Tiny Town.

[Nancy]

I thought it was I get no kick from champagne. ??

[June]

Nancy:
I guess it's champagen then cocaine. Or both, if you want to kick that party up a notch:

I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?

Some get a kick from cocaine.
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrificly too,
Yet I get a kick out of you.

I get a kick every time I see
You're standing there before me.
I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me.

I get no kick in a plane.
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do,
Yet I get a kick out of you.

[June]

P.S. I cut and pasted these lyrics. The misspellings and stupid punctuation aren't my fault.

[short limbs on that family tree.......]

Is it just a southern thang where your father can also be your uncle?

And does anyone else think Marvin is just about the cutest, most edible, honey bunch ever? I could just gobble him up!!

[sleeping beauty]

I guess you don't care if your cats go to hell???

Dear "Huh?":

You understand it was a joke, right? Because the dog would be calling eveyone aunt or uncle, so Father Mike would be Uncle Father Mike.

Is this somewhere else in America, or what?

[Huh?]

And yet still not that funny.

[Hautemama]

Is that the bridge from Beetlejuice???

[girly stuff]

Is this the band Marvin got together when you guys moved to Tiny Town originally? Not at all what I pictured.

[Huh? also]

.....not that many Catholics out here in these parts........Lots of Uncles, tho.

[Nadja]

Is it just me or does Father Mike look like Philip Seymour Hoffman?!

[Huh?]

Oh, that kind of uncle.