Posted by on Dec 14, 2018 | 10 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, am I surreal or WHAT?

And not just because it’s strange around here with both of THEM coughing and wheezing, but also because for New Year’s Eve in our little town in France, there is always a theme.  This year it is Surrealism, as in Salvador Dali mustaches will be prevalent, I’ll bet.  Or deer’s head masks, or faces with one eye painted somewhere else on the face, thing like that.

Now if I were going (or invited) to this year-end bash, I would go in a bowler hat and pin a fake dove on my muzzle.

I think.  But Tuxie feet sticking out from under anything I wore would be surreal.

Image result for Man in a Bowler Hat

Mama should dress up to keep warm (the party is in the streets after all) and just wear a GIANT mustache so her face will be toasty.  Now as for papa, I think maybe he could go in a melting clock suit, that, of course, mama would have to sew…oh, boy. Not sure she is up for that right now.

The end of a year is sort of wistful, especially when I can do very little to get mama over this cough. I think I’ll go make her some nip tea, that should do it.

Related image