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November 25, 2006
Day Twenty-Five - Bring Me My Cape Before We Crash
This has to be quick because 1) B.'s redoing my mom's network and things aren't going well, and 2) I've got one hour before the day ends.
Tonight we had a little gathering with my dad's side of the family. My eldest aunt is showing signs of age, illness, stress, and just the general consequences of leading a rough life. She and her husband live part-time in Branson, Missouri, and they're always begging family members to join them. Personally, I'd rather cross the gate into Hell instead of going into the Branson city limits.
My mom had warned me that my aunt is working in a clothing outlet store and keeps encouraging her to purchase a particular item for me. Tonight, though, I got the sales pitch first-hand.
"I know you like peacocks," she started. And I do. Somewhat. I like vintage peacock chenille bedspreads. That's about it. "We've got this cape with a peacock on it at the store, and I keep telling your mom to get it for you, since you like peacocks so much. There's this great big ol' gal who comes into the store a lot, and she wears hers all the time. You should get one. They're only 70 dollars."
I think she's on to something. From now on, I won't leave the house unless I'm wearing a cape, adorned with at least one colorful bird. Maybe more, as that's the great big ol' gal way.
Posted by Robin at November 25, 2006 10:58 PM
Comments
I seriously hope you keep posting every day after November is up.
"I know you like peacocks."
I'm not sure why, but that is the funniest sentence I've read in a long time.
Posted by: Angie at November 26, 2006 07:35 AM
If it would have been anyone on your mom's side, at least you could have thrown a roll at them and have it be perfectly acceptable.
Posted by: Wendy at November 26, 2006 08:59 AM
Behold! Robin: Caped Peacock Crusader!
Posted by: Exena at November 26, 2006 09:56 AM
Dear god.
Who is responsible for making a peacock cape? And why are they in business?
Posted by: allison at November 26, 2006 10:26 AM
We had dinner with friends in a swanky section of Oak Park last night and I swear to God I saw a man wearing a purple velour cape. I doubt it had a peacock, but I can't be sure. Still, in front of a half-million dollar house, he was rocking the cape hardcore. I think you should give it a try!
Posted by: Lori at November 26, 2006 10:52 AM
i know this is different, but my mom called me yesterday to SPECIFICALLY tell me that my new cloche hat looks awful on me. Thanks Mom! Maybe I need the peacock cape too. hmpf.
Posted by: jenB at November 26, 2006 02:49 PM
All I can think is that you'd look like Elvis.
Posted by: Dixie at November 26, 2006 04:35 PM
Wait a minute---seventy dollars for a peacock cape?
That's just mean.
Posted by: Summer at November 26, 2006 04:48 PM
