Saturday, December 25, 2004 A Christmas non-miracle, now with obvious science joke
When I found out that my mother had given some of my mangled old plastic horses to Goodwill, several things went through my head:
*I deserved this for singing along so enthusiastically to that Tuscadero song about parents throwing out beloved childhood possessions.
*Why would poor children want my janky ol' broken horses?
*Wasn't it bad enough that the poor had claimed my My Little Pony brand ponies years ago? Couldn't our family withhold some variety of toy horse from the underpriveleged?
*Why? Why go after my plastic horses when there are, for example, rotting hip waders that have not been touched in 18 years hanging in the garage?
I got worried and upset and wanted to know which ones she'd given away. She did her best to tell me, and I was a little bit relieved. I think she may have gotten rid of some of the plastic horses that I didn't love as much as the others. "I guess I could just look," I said.
"No, don't," she said.
Now I have Schrodinger's Breyer horses.
posted by Frenzy Lohan | 12/25/2004 01:53:00 AM
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