I’m disabled and walk with crutches so the one and only thing I wish my cats could understand is that they need to stay away from my feet so that I don’t fall and kill myself and/or fall on them and hurt them. That in itself would break my heart.
One of the daily prompts asked what my perfect space for reading and writing would be like. I don’t think words can describe that space better than this photo.
Credit to the owner, unknown at this time.
Remember Star Trek with William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy? There was an episode called The Trouble With Tribbles (1967) that I thought was quite amusing as a kid.
from Wikipedia
I don’t remember how old I was when I first saw the Tribbles episode. I do know that when I was in Junior High School and taking a sewing class I made my own little Tribble!
My little Tribble eventually became a cat toy. BobCat plays with it these days and bunny kicks the shit out of it. I really don’t know why I’ve hung onto it all these years!
My little Tribble doesn’t look anything like it used to. It used to have a nose, ears, and a tail, but now it just looks like a furry, round ball with eyes and a mouth! It’s rather funny and I won’t ever get rid of it because I’m attached to it now.
My Poor Little Tribble
Growing up, Daffy Duck was always my favorite cartoon. It remains my favorite today. Daffy has been around for much longer than you’d think! He first appeared in 1937! Can you believe it? He’s as old as my dad!
Did you know Daffy’s middle name is Sheldon? I love the old Looney Toons cartoons – they have screwed the whole thing up with their newest version of the cartoon and characters. It’s just awful what they have done! Even the animation is wonky.
Daffy Duck was created by Robert McKimson, Friz Freleng, and Chuck Jones, and eventually became the screwy rival of Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, and more. I always rooted for Daffy because Bugs was a smart aleck. I just wanted Daffy to win for a change!
Remember how Daffy always got his bill shot off by Elmer Fudd? His favorite saying was “Youuu’re deththpicable!” He was a barrel of laughs…and failures. Poor Daffy. Everything backfired on him, no matter what.
When I was in elementary school, the school decided to have a fashion show. I don’t know whose bright idea it was but it doesn’t make sense. Why would an elementary school have a fashion show? Beats me. Maybe it wasn’t a fashion show. Maybe my memories aren’t as clear as they used to be.
Anyway, my mom was a fantastic seamstress. No, nothing professional but she made some of the clothes my sisters and I wore. So, she made my sisters and me matching dresses and we were entered in the fashion show!
I was scared shitless being only 10 or 11 years old but I was the lead in this model trio and it was my job to make sure my sisters (ages 6 and 2 approximately) did what they were supposed to do on stage. Ugh. My middle sister did pretty well but the littlest wanted to run around like a banshee. I was petrified! I had to hold her hand and keep her under control while we turned and showed our lovely dresses. We were taught to curtsy when we finished, but I don’t remember my sisters doing it. I was too focused on keeping the littlest sister from running right off the edge of the stage!
At the end of our “performance,” the crowd cheered and at that very moment I was in awe of my mother and her mad sewing skills! My mother actually won that fashion show competition!
I know now or think I know, that it wasn’t so much the dresses that won. That was part of it of course, but it was really the whole package. Not just one dress but three dresses. Not just one model but three models. Unique. Plus watching a little rugrat running around on stage and me trying to keep her from killing herself surely added to the entertainment value!
I have what I thought was a photo of us in those dresses, but the dresses don’t match. Maybe mom didn’t make matching dresses after all. As I said, my memories may not be as clear as they used to be. But here’s that faded photo anyway!
Being Aunt Debbie 