Binky

The Antelope Valley Press (yes, I know, it's not 1996 any more, they need a new web designer) gave us a "Welcome to The Antelope Valley" guidebook in the Sunday paper two weeks ago. It hasn't been more than 20 feet from Kelly ever since. When it is that far away, she gets weird and panicky. We've turned around to get it twice when leaving.

It has more typos than a Barbra Streisand memo, but it's proven dead useful.


The other Binky is a pillow we call Buckey. We bought Buckey at Wegmans. He's a buckwheat airplane pillow. Kelly had to barter for him because even Wegmans didn't know he was for sale there. So Kelly told them he was worth five bucks. She bought him for me with another styrofoam stuffed pillow for her.

Then came the moment of truth. One pillow survived Kelly's darkest moment, the other didn't. So now that Kelly's pillow failed, Buckey is hers.

I miss my Buckey.

 
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