Moooooooonlight Madness

It is actually Midnight Madness. I actually hate Midnight Madness. It is a night when all of the downtown stores stay open until midnight and have wondrous sales on all kinds of wondrous things that I don’t need. It’s great for the stores and I don’t begrudge them the chance to make some money. I just hate “the humanity”. The Oscar Tango was slammed tonight. The streets were crowded as all getout. It was pretty warm out. I can’t complain about that.

We did stop over at DH&G, where Mr. B was playing his bicycle-mounted puano. That’s the same puano that he hauled up to the Straits of Mackinaw on a bicycle last summer and then swam it over to Mackinac Island. And there were aminals there, a little pony and a young llama (I think, I am idiot enough that I was thinking camel at first), and baby goats and lambs and things. And a young girl who, in her earlier years, was once overheard saying, “Mouse likes to climb trees!” I overheard her mom say something that identified them to me so I introduced myself but I didn’t say anything about the tree-climbing because the child looked tired and a little grumpy like she really needed to go home and snuggle into bed and didn’t need some baggy old bag bugging her about her childhood. Baggy as I am, I remember those days well. Church Ladies and Town Socialites making totally stooooopid conversation with me.

And so, we have been over under sideways down, backwards forwards square and round about whether or not Harry’s intended could ever become the Queen of England. I say no, it has to be someone with “blood”. My best efforts with the Google turned up nothing definitive. But what the heck does it matter anyway? And then… The GG got onto geology. Will someone please give that man a job? I don’t mean in geology necessarily. I just mean that he needs something to do besides talk! And finally, well, delete a bunch of polly-tickal ranting and raving here.

One Response to “Moooooooonlight Madness”

  1. Margaret Says:

    No, she can’t be Queen. (Just as Prince Phillip, the Queen’s husband can’t be King)