Saturday, October 6, 2007

Achtung, Baby Puppy

After last night's free and oh-so-fun orange-shirted homecoming parade, how could today have gotten any better? Oh, perhaps with a free German festival in South Carolina.

You must understand, I am from Michigan. Every single person in Michigan is 100% German. They kick you out if you are not. There are glockenspiels, there is lederhosen, everyone is extremely on time, and I will leave the Nazis out of this.

To put it in a nutshell, Michigan? German German German. Oh, and everything is a haus, not a house. One of my friends got her bridal gown at The Wedding Haus. No, I am not kidding.

To go to South Carolina to see a German festival, I had some pretty high standards, here. I was expecting Eva Braun and Goethe and Heidi Klum to be there, popping out of cuckoo clocks. So you can imagine my surprise when there was barbecue and shaved ice stands. And some of those towels that have knitting on the top, so you can button them to the fridge.

Where were my GERMANS? My PEOPLE in the HAUS?

There was not even an oompah band to be seen.

The only good news is that there were puppies there, who were up for adoption. Oh, they were sweet. They were mixed breed puppies from a rescue place. And you know what I was thinking? I was thinking that (a) I am home all day, PERFECT for puppy raising. I was also thinking that (b) I have been so blue. What better way to brighten my spirits than with a puppy snickerdoodle lover pie?

And yes, I would call it puppy snickerdoodle lover pie ALL THE TIME. Which could be why Marvin Gardens did not see my logic about getting a puppy. That, and we have three cats and we are not allowed dogs at this rental house. But other than that...

Oh, and next time I write, could someone remind me of how I tried to determine my bra size using an apron? It needs to be told.

7 comments:

dcrmom said...

Do tell! I'm sorry you're still blue. Sigh. I hope this job comes thru for you!

June Cutoff Cash said...

Eh, I'm not that blue any more. I was just milking it for the puppy.

The Hotfessional said...

Puppies! Yummies!

Oh, and we're not ALL German. Some of us are only German by injection ! ;-) hee

Bronwyn said...

OK, I need to know this bra size with the apron thing. That sounds important.

On a related note... I used your word sparkleraffle today. The youngest of my two hypochondriac children came up and pointed out a wee tiny infinitesimal little rash on her leg. She wanted me to tell her it was Scarlet Fever, as big sister had had that a couple of weeks ago. I told her it was sparkleraffle. SNORT!!!! Oh, the reaction.

As for the puppy... much as I hate to, I'm siding with Marvin on this one. Sorry.

sabrina duncan said...

you NEED the puppy! Screw the rental house!

Anonymous said...

I have a wirehaired miniture dachshund who is going to have puppies and her name is "Snickerdoodle!" I show miniature dachshunds and dad is a smooth, red boy named Braun. I can't wait to see the pups!!!
Brenda in El Segundo, CA

Anonymous said...

I have a wirehaired miniture dachshund who is going to have puppies and her name is "Snickerdoodle!" I show miniature dachshunds and dad is a smooth, red boy named Braun. I can't wait to see the pups!!!
Brenda in El Segundo, CA