Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Ba, Ba, You Damn Little Sheep
We have lost BA before. Of course it was one of those special times when my husband was out of town, so the frantic searching ensued for hours by myself. I didn't find BA then either - I am fairly certain he was "exchanged" for a rooster at the Kroger. I called the store, and did another frantic search in the parking lot at the Kroger, but it was no use. BA was gone. So, I took a new BA, cut off his tail, ripped some holes in him, let the dogs chew on it for a little while and ran him over with my car. I then proceeded to sew a new, more acceptable "tail" which would be the tag - the most important part - and all of the sudden - "Mommy, you found BA!" was declared and I could finally relax a little.
Last night, Karlie passed out from exhaustion so BA wasn't such a big deal at this point. Luckily, from my previous experiences with that damn little sheep, I now am constantly breaking in a new BA. I always throw one in with the whites in order to start the "matted, well-loved" look. So, while I am sure that I will need to "fix" the tail this morning, and he might still need to be played with by the dogs, and hell, I'll probably just run over him with my car for fun, new BA will hopefully become acceptable as old BA by the afternoon.
God I hope so.