The Adventures of Daddypapersurfer Part 2

After Mr. A and I awoke and remedied our hangovers, we noticed the disaster in the music room.  It didn’t take us long to decide where DP might be headed, especially since a Taylor acoustic guitar just happened to be missing.

We headed to LA to check out local venues for newcomers, but no such luck.  We figured DP must have hopped on a flight out of LAX to fulfill his Do Do – Bucket List.  Mr. A and I discussed our plan of action…. we agreed that the best solution was to go back home, enjoy ourselves and just wait for DP to return.  That is, if he ever decided to return.  Besides, there really was no telling where he was or when he’d show up.  Having that young loaner body must be causing DP a late-life crisis……

We arrived home just as the mailman was driving away.  Sure enough, we had mail!

 

 

“Everything is going just fabulous, in particularly now that I’ve found a temporary replacement.  (Much easier on the eyes, considering all the things I’ve had to look at since the eye surgery.)  Hope all is going well.  Talk to you soon.”    xxx

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Meanwhile, everything seemed to be going according to DP’s plan.  One of the wizards traveling in the knight’s bus took a liking to DP and used a wee bit of magic on his behalf.  Two of DP’s buddies were picked up and a table full of food appeared with a special plate full of gingernuts.  This act of kindness may have very well been to silence a certain yapper…. it worked like a charm. (might have had something to do with a very large and full plate.)

By the time DP was stuffing the last two gingernuts into his pocket, the bus had arrived at its next destination, Mount Everest!  DP and his two buddies were thrilled.  Except the moment all three of them stepped off the bus, they immediately froze!

“Oh NO! Wait, wait, we changed our minds!”, yelled all three in unison at the bus driver.  Within a split second and a swing of a wand, all three snowmen were safely defrosting in the knight’s bus.

The three chuckled together enjoying each other’s company.  Next, DP said the unthinkable, “That sure was close!”  The bus began to shake and then came to an abrupt stop.  What was going on they all wondered.  Without hesitation, the soldier body stood up and made DP peek out the window.  ”Oh dear… I think we might be in trouble!”, exclaimed DP.

The knight’s bus started to shake.  The next thing they knew, the entire bus was twirling in a vortex… the speeds kept accelerating… there were no longer any signs of his friends.  DP was frightened, but just as he was about to shed his first tear, the spinning stopped.

 

“Thank goodness… my head… I feel dizzy”, said DP.  Perhaps I should have a little bite of one of the gingernuts I stashed in my pocket he thought.  ”Afterall, that should brighten my spirit!”  The gingernut was only half way in his mouth when he happened to glance around at his surroundings….. *CHOKE*GASP*  ”HELLLPPPP!”

 

To Be Continued…..

 

The Adventures of Daddypapersurfer

“Thank Goodness for martinis, I thought they’d never go to sleep”, said DP as he rushed out of the house.

What to do? What to do?  Oh YES!  My Do Do List!

I’ve never been much for instruments, of course I have been using the wrong ones all these years.  But after spending some time in Mr. A’s music room, I think I’m going to see how good of a guitar player I am.  Mr. A makes it look soooo easy, I don’t think I’m “that” bad.

Well first thing’s first!

So DP decided to join an improvisational band in Hollywood… but it wasn’t before long (less than 2 minutes) that the other band members decided he wasn’t such a good addition to their Jam Band.

Oh well DP thought, I’ve always wanted to take a trip to Africa and see the Sahara Desert! Off he was to LAX to catch the next flight out of the US of A.

Right when he was getting out of the taxi, a good old friend came to his rescue!!

 

It was a very short ride and before DP knew it, he was experiencing the Sahara Desert and everything that came with it….

 

The beating sun, a long ride on a feisty camel… all of which started to remind him of his age and he began to miss a certain Goddess!

 

 

Just as he began to wonder how and why she put up with him for almost 5 decades… he lost his train of thought! (Being that his brain wasn’t as young as his loaner body). He was quick to be overwhelmed with glee that he didn’t have to ride on the camel anymore!  There awaited him, his new ride….

 

 

DP was able to see many animals native to the Sahara Desert.  Although he was constantly in harm’s way, the close call didn’t come until DP decided to feed a “friendly” Zebra…..

Just when the Zebra’s jaws opened with the intention of biting a certain vintage head off, DP’s ties with JK Rowling paid off…..

 

 

“Oh, you couldn’t have come at a better time”, DP squealed as the Knight’s Bus zoomed away…..

To Be Continued…..

When You Give DP a Gingernut!

I really should have known better, but with the long flight and all… I thought, what could possibly happen??!!

How quick a stack of gingernuts could be devoured was previously unknown to me.  I’m sure the time of this session was a world record!  It had to be, I mean DP hadn’t had a gingernut in hours!!  Oh boy!  Within seconds of the last bite, the yapper was going off and it was clear to ALL of us that we needed to head straight to every store in town, perhaps every store in California and stock up on gingernuts.  But there was just one little slight problem, DP needed a body and we needed to afix his head to one fast!

We tried out all sorts of them.  After much fussing and a ton of duck tape, we finally found a body that could sustain DP’s brain and could withstand all the physical abuse.  We were very fortunate that such a soldier was willing to take the risk. Of course, DP was just thrilled to be afixed to a body that was at least 30 years younger.  At the time, it appeared to be a win-win situation.

Things were going just fine… but wouldn’t you know it, DP just happened to have an idea.  With a young fit body, energy, the Supreme Goddess being well taken care of and all, maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to make the Do Do List afterall.  Perhaps, he could finally start crossing things off his Bucket List!!!!

I wasn’t quite convinced…… at first.

But then the bartender in DP came out and the martinis kept coming….

It wasn’t before long, Mr. A and I were fast asleep.

When I awoke, DP was nowhere to be found!

Oh Dear?! Where could he be?!  Just then, I remembered!

Whew! Thank goodness he left his lists behind… but where he would begin was the real question?!

The entire situation was beginning to seem very familiar.  Have I heard of a similar story before?  I could vaguely remember a story that involved a mouse and I think a cookie… but I couldn’t be certain… I couldn’t be sure!

Oh no…. should I really have given him ALL those gingernuts??!!

It Has Arrived!!!!!!

After hours of waiting and a lot of ££, I have finally received my DP Anti-Collider!!!

The package arrived early this morning and was enclosed with a note, stating… “At first I didn’t think the beheading was such a good idea, but the silence around the residence has been so lovely.  I’m really liking DP much better this way… I think I might even be falling in love again.  Do keep his yapper, I mean head around as long as you need.  Thanks again for the ££, the amount was very kind of you, even though I fear you might have overpaid.  But please don’t worry, I have already made many purchases and reservations for a very loverly vacation.” Thanks again, Sincerely, Lo, TG

The DP Anti-Collider has served to be very useful.  Not only has it stopped many dead in their tracks, caused a few traffic incidents, but it has scared the pants off of folks!!! (Not a pretty sight.)  Of course, as things do, they got way out of control when DP’s head decided he wasn’t scaring as many Americans as he thought he would.

So Mr. A and him found an alternative mechanism for the Anti-Collider that really started a fright. I think it might have had something to do with it being the wrong holiday and all.. but it sure did the trick.  And there is no need to worry, there was very little blood shed (only about 20 pints).

 

Needless to say, I was able to get all of my holiday shopping done with ease and didn’t have to wait in a single line.  Folks just moved right out of my way and a number of them even offered to pay for my items.  I honestly have never seen Americans act so nice and polite during the holidays, it was an unexpected and delightful treat.  I really have no idea what got into them?!

The entire day was a success and it ended with a very warm pot of tea.  And since there really isn’t any hurry in returning the DP Anit-Collider, as we have already received a postcard from a certain someone, we have decided to get the most out of our money.

Stay tuned for the upcoming adventures….

P.S. For any interested in purchasing a Hagrid Anti-Collider, please visit the DP Emporium !!!

Crayola Politics

Apparently Crayola came out with multicultural crayons and markers around 2007… of course this was a recent discovery for me.  Is it a big surprise that even crayons have to demonstrate political correctness??!!

Does this spectrum represent your shade?!

SIX!

This afternoon, The Boo (Aka:Baby Amazing, except he’s not a baby anymore) and I took a trip to the grocery store.  We picked up a few items and proceeded to the register.  The female cashier and elderly woman paying for her groceries were both quick to turn their attention to the babbling Boo.

Cashier: Oh Hi there cutie!

The Boo: Hi!

Cashier: Would you like a sticker?

The Boo: YES!

Cashier: How many would you like? Two, three or four? (while representing the numbers on her hand.)

a short pause…

The Boo: SIX!!!

Somewhat to our surprise!

Six stickers the Boo did receive.  Although, the joy was quick to fade when he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to take over his mother’s coffee…

 

Super Slippery Jeans

Children tend to grow like weeds and The Pep is no exception.  Recently, after noticing that he was wearing jeans that looked as if he was preparing for a flood, I took him out shopping for jeans.  I had him try on every style and brand there was, so when he asked to try on a pair of super “skinny” jeans I said sure.  I figured that once he tried them on and realized how snug and tight they were that he would decide on his own that they were not for him.

So there we were in the dressing room and I watch as he struggles to get them on.  Finally, he pulls them up and before I can say a word he says “No Way” and attempts to take them off.  Just as he goes to try and tug on one of the legs, his feet slip up from underneath him and he falls right on his butt.  He is literally stuck in the skinny jeans!

I try my best not to laugh and tug the jeans until they finally give so we can remove them.  The entire time the Pep kept saying, “I just don’t understand how so many boys can wear these things.  Forget super skinny, they should be called super slippery jeans”!