The Big 6 and the Big "S"

Baile Rochel #13

I spent the evening celebrating my friend's "Big 6" Birthday. Her daughters decided to make it a birthday, as if she was just the "little 6." So we all wore pointy party hats and got bags of candy favours.

It was a surprise party. She had called me a couple of hours before, sort of sniffing around about it. I played it cool and convinced her that nothing was up. Boy was she surprised to find me aiming my camera at her in her house a few hours later, when she walked in with her kids. A bunch of us had decorated it all with balloons and stuff, just like a six year old would like.

Then not long after I arrived back home, I walked into my room and saw a "big s" on the wall near the ceiling. I called for reinforcements. My son walked in took a look and said that it was a job for his brother, but his brother wasn't home. So I called in my husband. He arrived with a piece of paper in his hand. AW come on, if a piece of paper was all that was needed, I would not have had called for help! I told my husband, that he'd have to climb; even being over six feet's not tall enough for that. He walked out.

So it was a job for Supermom, of course, what did you think!?! I schlepped the ladder out of the laundry room and set it up as close as I could get it to the "big s." Then I picked up my slipper and climbed. I climbed higher than usual, since I had to reach almost to the ceiling, and I have short arms and not much height.

Very slowly and carefully I took aim. Whahm!! I wounded it, and it disappeared. There was no way to find it, so I just prayed that it wouldn't suddenly show up in my make-up or favorite hat. But I stayed cool, real cool.

About a half hour later, I was back in my room and suddenly noticed him, without a leg or two, on the floor. I was ready in a jiffy, trusty slipper in hand, and @$%W#$ bang! I got him, and then I hit him again for good luck. Finally I got some toilet paper, picked up the remains and flushed it down the toilet.

...and I'm not even 6 yet!