We have been pasty-white, inside-cranky people these last few weeks, just itching to get out and feel the sunshine. A few hours this past Saturday afternoon was our chance -our give-up-and-go-to-the-beach time... Awesome! But even the best beach day in early March only band-aids this late-winter testiness. After a sand-muddy romp at Salisbury Beach, we all piled in the car - a little refreshed, but still a bit cranky and tired, and from the bowels of the van comes this, "I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT!"
Gloria the plastic Happy Meal Hippo from Madagascar stars this running commentary..."LEEET'S GO!", like this muffled Jada Pinkett-voiced ghost from the Great Beyond. The kids scoured under the seats, but we can't find her anywhere. She is our secret Buddha, dropping her pearls of wisdom when we least expect it. When fights break out in the back seats, she roars, "I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT!", and shouting matches magically turn into giggle fits. Everyone grows quiet, listening for her sassy comebacks to burst forth from below. I hope we never find her. I hope she continues to bring goofiness in times of gloom. Who knew a rotund plastic sass-goddess could bring so much humor to our March madness. I know that's right! Gloria rocks my world.
