Meanwhile back at the ranchAside

Meanwhile back at the ranch

Aside from all that, tonight was delightful as we wore scarves and bandanas down the back of our pants for tails, and pretended to be:

1. Mice. "Scurry, scurry, squeak, squeak, I'm on my wheel, I'm upside down"
2. Fish. "Wiggle wiggle, swim swim." (we all shake our butts)
3. Camels. (clomp around heavily on all fours, saying "Humph" in a Kipling-ish way)
4. Giraffes. (set up pile of pillows, nibble from top of trees, say "I'm very tall. I have spots.")
5. Kangaroos. (Stuff burrowing owl, reindeer, and manta ray in front of pants, say "Look, I have a joey in my pouch" and hop around. "Boing boing boing". Nearly choke from suppressed laughter at kid with burrowing owl stuffed animal sticking obscenely out of his pants)
6. Walruses. "My name is Walpole." "I'll be the baby walrus. Help, save me from polar bears!" "Grrrr, polar bears, go in your cage. Be a nice polar bear Auntie Wawa. Come back here on the ice." (adopt noble "Walpole the Walrus" stance with chest stuck out proudly - same as Bambi on the cliff)
7. Whales. (Breach, flopping heavily down onto the bed. Make spouting noise. Fluke your feet. Sing "Baby Beluga")

I think there were more, but I can't remember. My face still hurts from the pain of laughing too hard at the whole "joey in the pouch" thing. What will happen tomorrow in school when he stuffs animals down his pants and starts hopping around?

So much for my jackboots, and L.'s dignity. Anyone who ever thought either one of us had any dignity, just amuse yourself right now by imagining how damned silly we looked while pretending to be breaching whales. You don't have to imagine j. losing his dignity because he never had any...

p.s. in down time, read Keeping it Quiet, Richard Hull, and The Red Redmaynes, Eden Phillpotts, both in that Dover books detective novel series. After about 10pm I get to read whatever - no more school stuff or war stuff, must try to quiet down the brain.