dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shattered This morning the kid did the dishes and I made our Sunday blueberry pancakes. We lolled about listening to music and talking about nothing in particular. There was a walk through the park and down the street to visit the newlyweds and watch a movie. They gave the kid the pink fuzzy buddha bank that had been on the mantle since the wedding. Everyone else found it ugly and we decided it was fun and big enough to fill with all the pennies that lay scattered on the floor. We trotted around the corner and got a ride home from the lovely ladies of the green house and were warned several times not to leave the buddha behind. Once home the kid gathered up all her coins and placed them in the slot on the back of his gaudy neck. While we were winding down toward bedtime I tripped and fell on the buddha and smashed it to bits. How many years bad luck do you suppose that will give us? I guess it could be a sign that the thing was too hideous to exist, but I got an ominous feeling from the whole thing. 10:48 p.m. - April 20, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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