It is just 10 pm but her brain wattage is experimenting with senility.
Tired.
Stage Mother has been waiting in the wings! Down, Gypsy Lee! But the Matron must wait for tomorrow to capture those complexities. Right now, her brain is about as functional as a pineapple.
Which brings her to this blog post. Remember the older child, lobbying to change his name?
Yesterday, he went to a friend's 13 birthday party and brought a gift that he has identified as his signature-- a birthday calling card of sorts. He carefully wrapped up a $10 bill and put it in a baggie. Then he cut a hole in a pineapple, inserted the $10 in the center of the fruit, and plugged up the hole with the pineapple peel.
Thinking this not sufficiently distinctive, he took said pineapple outside and spray-painted it purple.
His plan is to present pineapples to all his friends turning 13 this year with a card that says: "Enjoy." And say no more.
And the Matron wonders why she has troubles with Direct Communication?
10 comments:
That boy has a brilliant future in marketing!
I agree with kmkat. This could have been so much worse, you know. He could have chosen a much more disturbing medium than pineapple. So, at least you can rule out the serial killer thing.
That is hilarious!
I hope his friends think to open the pineapple.
Gotta love creative teens. They are what makes life worth living.
I would so love to get a purple pineapple on my birthday!
So funny. My son was into putting bills into helium balloons as his gifts.
Seriously, he is going to invent *something* extraordinary.
Genius.
Snicker. I hope the recipient finds the green gift in the middle before it gets too soggy!
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