I walked past the Lion House yesterday and remembered the birthday party I threw there for myself three years ago. You know. The one for little girls where they teach you how to play "Button, Button" and pull taffy while wearing a pioneer bonnet. I never got that party when I was a kid, so I called and asked if I could have it as an adult.
LION HOUSE HOSTESS: The one where you pull taffy while wearing a pioneer bonnet?
ME: Yes. That's the one.
So although the people at the Lion House thought I was super weird, etc. they said okay and I invited my daughters-in-law and the friends I walk with in the morning and TRQ, who asked if she could bring her friend Mary Alice to the party. Of course, I said! The more Mary Alice the merrier!
But Mary Alice decided not to go at the last minute, so TRQ brought up my dad instead.
"This is a girl party," I told him.
So he put on a bonnet and we called him Mary Alice all night long. Also, he pulled taffy.
What a guy!
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4 comments:
Ach! I love this story.
I enjoy your blog. Thank you for writing again. I missed you when you took an understandable leave of absence.
I know TRQ is your mother, however, I don't know what the initials stand for? Do you care to enlighten me? Thanks for the smiles. I learn much from you.
Cindy, TRQ stands for "The Rodeo Queen." Which she was as a teenager a few years back in Big Piney, Wyoming.
Mary Alice is a good friend...and that Mary Alice was a good Dad.
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