Monday, December 28, 2009
I guess she won't be reading much Dan Brown
The Sober Husband mentioned the Holy Grail. He was referring to Monty Python, but he ended up having to explain the concept of the Grail and the Crusades to fourth grader Iris uber Alles. "Let me get this straight," she said. "They went on a quest to find some cup? Were they idiots? It's just a cup! They didn't even know what it looked like! It could have been any cup!"
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wasn't lola the one who was just hoarding cuppy or whatever it was? how soon they forget...
All those damn cups, the "Cupy Family", are still in the dining room.
Have a book rec for you. If you have even a soupcon of anglomania in your veins, run to buy the latest book by Sarah Waters: "The Little Stranger." It has a Henry James' sensibility about it, as in transcends its genre. It's exceptionally well written. I'm halfway through and am blown away at how well done this is. I"m not much for the gothic, but then this is so much more than a gothic thriller.
I will get that, Claire; thank you for the recommendation. I do indeed have an Anglophile streak. Have you read the Iris Murdoch gothic novel, "The Unicorn"? It was one of my favorite Iris Murdochs, taking the cliches (a governess in a lonely old house, isolated) and reworking them.
Gadzooks! Thou hast the vernerable Cuppy family held hostage? I shall commence assembling a small army to free them!
Stand aside varlets!
silliyak, i think negotiations are needed first. we could bring in the infamous audrey to plead the cupy's case and then perhaps take them and fly off into the sunset as she's wont to do.
How fast will you fly?
There's a coffee kiosk in one of the malls here called Cuppy's that always makes me think of you.
fair call Lola
On vacation a couple of weeks ago, I found a small leaf in the pool and stuck it on my house-ape's head. It stayed there for a while until he grabbed it off. He asked me what it was, and I told him I found it in the pool and stuck it in his hair. So he holds onto it...
A few minutes later he wants to check out the hot-tub (Yeah, I know... Kids don't thermo-regulate well and shouldn't go into hot-tubs. But we were only in there for five minutes because I don't particularly relish bathing with strangers in small tubs. Except in Vegas. After booze. Ahh... TMI.)
As we left the hot-tub, my son looks at me and says, "Where's leafy?" We had to go back to the hot-tub and find him/her/it. I immediately thought of cuppy.
I'll get some vats of boiling oil ready.... but that sounds like so much work. Maybe I'll just set out some Dogfish Head ales and some cookies and hope this distraction works.
Goats, our children should never meet up for fear they will encourage each other's hoarding too much. Here is a cautionary tale: more than one child who has visited us and seen the "Cupy Family" has asked her parents if she can start collecting cups like that, too. To a person the parents recoil and have a look of abject horror and disgust on their faces, which they are unable to hide from us, the parents who do allow the Cupy family to flourish on the sideboard.
Hmmm...
The final 4 feet of snow melted in the 18 inches of rain we got over last weekend. Tuesday, as we headed out the door, I asked my son to pick up his yo-yo trinket that was revealed on the front lawn after the snow-melt / flood.
It was a tiny little half yo-yo and the string. the other half had broken off, and been lost elsewhere. Probably in the back seat of my truck. he picks it up and I said, "Give it to me and I'll throw it away."
He looked at me aghast. I said, "It's broken in half! You can't play with it.", my voice trailing off.
He looked up at me and mumbled, "But I like it like that."
I threw it away after I dropped him off at Day Care. I still feel guilty about throwing it away. Poor yo-yo'y!
I had forgotten about Cupy, but "Hillary" is still stuck in my head, so much so that now, when I see sparkly wrappers, I immediately think "Ah, Hillary!"
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On Sarah Waters -- "Fingersmith" was pretty good too...
Awww, that is so sweet that you think of Hillary. Garbagey/Hillary is gone but not forgotten (the husband did throw it, err, her, out).
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