OK. So we all know that Thisbe hates clowns.* And you can all post comments for me about how they are cute and engaging, and lovely, and why do I hate the cheerful little scamps?
And I have one word for you people: Bello.
The In-Laws took us, and the WK to see Bello in October, and since then, it has been a non-stop Bello-logue in our house.
Every morning? WK is yelling at Bello: "BELLO! I SAY NO! I SAY NO, BELLO!"
Every day, in the car? WK insists on singing the Bello theme song: "It's a BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO-BRAAAAAAAATION!!!!"
Every night? Recap of what WK & Bello did today: "So I say, Bello, NO! And then he go up. And then he take the blanket, and I say, BELLO! NO!.........
[As an aside, for all that the WK insists that Bello loves her, and is her best friend, etc., etc., she yells at him a LOT]
[One other aside: the extensive discussion of Bello has been massively abbreviated for Thisbe's sanity]
Every night, after the day's Bello overload? Heavy drinking.
But Thisbe has a plan. Bello, say hello to THE LION KING.
Today's project: Mishmash of knitting and recovering from the weekend
Today's Life Observation: Men are wonderful, but they can be stupid. ;)
*Because they are terrifying, and because they eat people. Don't even try to persuade me otherwise.