Yesterday I read at Stuarts blog that he discovered an ole toy for new and he had endless fun.
That was the go-ahead for me to examine my toy box. Mom offered me some antique things what mouldered since years on the bottom of my toy box and I was happy to discover them new.
Look, I found my old Quarterback back, bought as I planned to have my own football team like Mr. Jerry Jones, what unfortunately failed, for lack of assets.
…and here, the paw of Goddzilla uncared for years, because I ordered the whole Monster and not only the paw.
Stuart was right, it’s like getting brandnew toys with some signs of usage.
Now isn’t that beautiful how much fun and joy you can have without effort or costs? And how much memories are storaged in an ole toy – YES, that’s beautiful!
Butt only because we are dogs. Or cats. Or guinea pigs. Or mini pigs. And because WE are beautiful and even satisfied with things we find on the bottom of our toy box. Or in the roadside ditch.
Now imagine you would offer your mom an ole skimpy dress what mouldered on the bottom of her closet for centuries…. she could discover it new and hey, fashion comes in fashion again – that’s law, Coco, Yves and Calvin would approve that.
And your mom will look beautiful in this old thingy, because she is your mom and always beautiful – and in worst case she has you on your side and YOU’re anyway beautiful! Good luck with that…
Speaking of mom, I will tell you a true story, not beautiful, more painful… butt please promise me first, not to laugh, ok? I know it’s hard, but we should try it. And if you laugh, no problem, even mom’s pawrents laughed although she is their only child… Ok, here we go:
yesterday my mom saddled the Elephant Skater and rode to the city, to buy the prizes and for visiting the beloved junkstore. En passant she had to buy some stomach filling, because all pots in my crib were empty. She rode through storm and rain and wind to the store were she couldn’t find a parking lot, because we are not the only ones in my area who needed stuff. She only found a place for the Elephant Skater on the street, where you have to be careful that they don’t take away your butt while passing your car.
She went in the store, bought her stuff and tried to open the butt flap of the Elephant Skater. The Adam Opel AG, aka. General Motors planned in a moment of deepest apperation or booziness to install the worst flap clasp ever and as my mom pushed the clasp on the butt of the Skater with her gripping device while standing on the side of the Skater in constant fear to lose her ass, her finger slipped off, got caught on the clasp…. and the top phalanx of her forefinger was broken. Crack! Oh and it is the forefinger of her right hand – Jackpot!
She cursed, wished Adam O. the plague and drove back to my crib – what a Valkyrie ride! She had no clue, for how much things humans need the forefinger of their gripping device. I think that was the first time she wished to have a slushbox. Me and dad tried NOT to laugh as she came back with the blue-black-swollen sausage, because she had the food in the Skater and we were hungry.
After visiting the MASH, I’ve got a big chewing bone, dad a bill and mom a splint.
It’s called FROG BANDAGE , of course we are in france. I feel sorry for my mom, because now she isn’t even able to dig in her nose for gold , so we will be still poor .
Butt the frog thingy rocks, she looks a little like a cyborg now…
This adventure inspired me to re-write a poem of Goethe…
Who rides, so late, through night and wind?
It is my momma with her splint.
Her finger is broken, not her arm
From the darned butt flap, she got a harm.
Watch out GM, she is in a state
kill sue you, so run before it’s to late…
General Motors broke her finger but not her Dignity!
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HAVE A BEAUTIFUL FRIDAY ALL!