Ten year-old Iris Uber Alles turned the master bedroom, with the assistance of little sister Lola, into "the Iris MOMA" yesterday after school. What this means is that any time the Sober Husband or I want to get into our own room, we have to pay fifty cents to the outside guard on the landing (Iris herself), get a ticket, and show that ticket to the inside guard (Piggles the parrot). Only then are we able to have access to our possessions or sit on our own bed, and at that point, this access includes watching performance art starring Lola, whose art seems to focus upon the naming of body parts and giggling. (I think many professional artists go through that same stage as well).
Yesterday the artists (the security guard having joined the performance artist in her piece) were breaking the Fourth Wall. The audience grew rather nervous as the principal artist took to brandishing a stick threateningly at audience members, and a marker was placed to serve as a proscenium of sorts and give the audience an illusion of a safe zone.
5 comments:
is there a giftshop and cafe?
Honey, it is so good to have you back home here. I didn't even have the annual reader photo contest because I didn't have you to be the celebrity guest judge!
Anyhow, there IS a cafe here now, but only on mornings when there is no school. It is called "Iris's Breakfast Shack", and I routinely pick up the tab for a plate of french toast for Lola (the specialite due maison).
I miss trading one liners. You're the best!
I'm with Hughman, the giftshop and cafe are essential.
Hughman, it's not the same without you. ((()))
omg those girls are the funniest ever!!!
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