It’s been a crazy December. My Christmas tree had scoliosis–Sissy and Buzz had to jury-rig it. Hyacinth has really started to get old. It’s like when old people who can’t hear talk loud, except Hyacinth barks loud.
Jax was named at Terrific Kid at school. He’s learning to read and burning up the basketball court. Moose is … well, he’s Moose, and often, he’s naked and far too comfortable that way
Papa went back for his one-year-after-being-diagnosed-with-cancer test. Two weeks before the test he was a wreck.
“I’ve got this strange swelling in my abdomen,” he said.
I ignored him. I knew Papa was okay. And I was right. Turns out the swelling was FAT.
Today, in the midst of my Christmas preparations, Papa interrupted, “Who am I talking to?”
“Huh?” I asked. “You’re talking to me.”
“Jenny?”
“Yeah, Jenny.”
“Jenny, do you want to ride the ElliptiGO today while I watch the little Beans?” (The ElliptiGO is Papa’s fancy bike. It’s so fancy there’s not even a seat on which to rest your derriere.)
“What the hell are you talking about? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
At which point, Papa put his phone to his ear and said, “Sissy, you were talking to wine last night.”
Tomorrow, a Furby will appear at Maison Bean. A gift from Mimi. Sissy introduced me to it. After the introductions, we locked it back it in my closet. It continued to talk to itself.
I’m scared.
“Why would you do that to me?” I asked Mimi.
Things might get ugly…. Stay tuned. In the meantime, have a very merry Christmas.
xoxo, Jenny
UPDATE, Christmas evening: Furby is dead. He didn’t last a day with Moose
UPDATE ENCORE: The world’s worst loser and the world’s most obnoxious winner–that would be Jax–just beat me three times in Uno.
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So, it’s just business as usual at the Bean’s! That’s always a great feeling when your child has been voted something terrific at school! Moose is going to be a free spirit.
Glad Papa is well! Give him a hug for me!
I know what you mean about animals getting older. My tabby’s meows are more determined sounding like “GET ME FOOD……..NOW!!!!!” Oooooookay, I’m on it!
Furbys are still around??? I thought they died out…..literally. Yeah, this is going to be an interesting coming year. Can’t wait to hear about the escapades of Beans and Furbys (or is that “Furbies”?)
Merry Christmas Jenny, to you and yours!
Oh no, a furby? I too am sorely afraid of those, and I’ve never heard one talk. We now have these “vapor guns” at our house that shoot smoke rings and blue laser light and emit creepy sounds. They make me sneeze. And there is noone to blame except me, as I found them online and thought they were so cute. Of course the boys think they are the BEST THING EVER, so at least I get credit for getting them something they like! And our Mags loved her new flying pig toy so much that she devoured it in a record 5 minutes. The back porch is covered with fluffy dog toy guts that I really don’t feel like cleaning up. That was not an expected part of the annual huge-awful Christmas mess. Oh well, the world is still here, and we’re all OK. If my husband would just get back from the woods so we could get on the road to my parent’s house, all would be fine. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Furby’s remind me of Gremlins. Don’t get them wet!
Jenny, that talk talk talking Furby is in the garage. If it’s not found there’s a $100 reward payable when it rots in hell.
Not FAT. Muscle.
Papa
Merry Christmas! So glad Papa is doing well – yay for him growing all that extra muscle. I hope the Furby stays at your house – I don’t want him to ever come visit me.
Merry Christmas Jenny!
I’m glad to hear Papa got a good report card, that will be a relief. I hope you enjoy the holidays and have an exciting 2013 ahead. I look forward to reading all about it!
Love the elves,
Rochelle xx
Merry Christmas, Jenny…and all the Beans.
Jenny…given your comments about the new monster…Furby…I’m assuming you are still unaware about the whole talking toy syndrome. No one quite understands how this works BUT…the batteries that come with talking toys die much quicker than batteries for other things. And even better…I mean WORSE…those stupid toy makers don’t make replacement batteries for things like Furbies. Therefore, when the batteries that were included die out by New Years Days, all the Furby will be is a dust collector. 😉
Might as well just return it and exchange it for a few pet rocks. Pet rocks are the BEST pets EVER. 🙂
Glad to hear Papa’s check up went well! That’s the best Christmas present right there. Well, besides a house full of Furby’s. Just kidding. 😉
Irene: you’re right. It’s business as usual and Furby did look like a gremlin!
Portia: you are INSANE. And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
Papa: I heard the doc–it’s FAT.
Shannon: thanks for coming to visit and a very merry Christmas to you and Finn.
Rochelle: so glad to hear from you. I hope 2012 is very successful for you. Will try to catch up later.
Kristy: I hope you sell tons of books in the new year! Great advice: we might actually have a whole zoo of pet rocks.
Ally: merry, merry Christmas, my bloggy friend, and a very happy new year.
A Belated Merry Christmas to you Jenny! We had a wonderful in Thailand where we totally unplugged! It was heaven!
PS We had a Furby once who would suddenly start talking in the middle of the night and freak everybody out! It was a little crazy!
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