Glamour Rayz is the essence of girly. The pinker, shinier, the frillier, or sparklier(making up words, yes.), THE better. Whirling Dervish was once like her sister, and in fact started out über pinky with pink undies, pink socks, pink shoes, pink shirt, you get the idea. But now WD is girly in a funky sort of way, tom boy with pizzazz. I, having been a tom boy growing up, and still am in a lot of ways, have had to get in touch with my inner Pink. Woo.
Believing that everyone should embrace pink the way she does, from time to time Glamour will strike, catching her victims unaware, inflicting her pinkness on anyone or anything in her path…..
The poor blue M&M had done nothing to deserve this. He didn’t stand a chance.
Last Sunday, she caught Butter Face. He didn’t know what hit him. After the carnage wrought by Glamour’s birthday party last weekend (see 8 Year Olds post, please), Big Daddy and I had parked it in the livingroom to continue our marathon of March Madness viewing. Glamour skips by, down the hall to her room, then shoots back by on her way downstairs. She gives me a quick, “Doot, duh, doot, doot, doo, hey Mom,” in her Mini Mouse voice. “Hey, chicken” I shoot back, not taking my eyes off the TV.
A few minutes later, Butter Face the Wonder Dog, comes sauntering down the hallway. I see a flash of pink out of the corner of my eye, and my mouth drops open. Big Daddy looks over, “No she didn’t.”
My poor dog. The look on his face was one of utter disgust. He walked in and laid down as if to say, “WHY, why does she treat me so? Please put me out of my misery.”
So watch yourself, she may be lurking. She might bat those eyelashes to draw you near. and Wham! You’ve been pinkified….
- 8 Year Olds….. (edgeofcrazy.wordpress.com)