down the rabbit hole

Many things cause my eyebrow to raise.

Still more cause me to visibly wince.

And then there are the things that need to be cleansed from the very dregs of my soul

lest they fester there and spread blackness.

My pale hippy fifty something neighbor.

Coke bottle glasses askew.

Long, stringy ponytail flapping back and forth like a Medusean snake.

Wearing only a faded purple t-shirt and bath slippers as she goes out to retrieve her mail.

Most likely bills and junk mail for COD fantasy knife collections.

I pull my boys away from the window.

We all stare at each other in silent horror.

The silence is actually a cry. 

A scream.

We have born witness.

The silence is broken by my oldest.

Him: "Dad, why doesn't she have any pants on?"

 

Me: "Hey, lets all go get some popsicles, huh?

Them: "Yeah!"

God bless popsicles.

Comments

[GeekThug]

Popsicles work for everything. We give them to our kids every time they have a mouth related injury. It numbs the pain and shuts them up.

Note: This will not work on a wife.

[Ben]

Amen

[Gail]

So did you ask her?

[Genevieve]

I've lurked for quite some time, but had to post after reading this one. It cracked me up!! I was laughing so hard trying to read it out loud to my husband, he finally walked over to the computer to read it himself.