Klowns in my Koffee

Kollege Kid rolled in at about noon and it's good to have the house fully populated again. The floor in her room is now covered with bags of laundry and various and sundry "stuff."

As a special celebration, the school served the kids root beer floats and turned them loose, sugared to the gills, on an unsuspecting populace. They screamed, bounced, slammed into walls, displayed some new and appalling vocabulary, and were sent to bed early.

Thus begins the five day period that reminds me that homeschooling is not something that will be entertained in our home except at gunpoint.

The snow and freezing rain are supposed to start tomorrow afternoon and we are concerned that our holiday travels will be disrupted. Winter. Minnesota. Who 'da thunk?

My good friend Kim introduced me to the concept of the turkey hat a few years ago and my psyche has not yet recovered. At left is an original turkey hat.

Infants are usually shown modeling this hat. I think it's because they don't have the manual dexterity to get it off.

A warm head is not worth the need for therapy that this will cause.

Here's another take on the same theme. It somehow seems friendlier, if only because the turkey is alive. I have to examine my own feelings in this matter. Is a simulation of a live bird on your child's head more appealing than making your baby's head look like a dead turkey's butt?

There's that therapy again.

While two minds persist on that last question, one area where they meet in absolute conviction is the representation of this third and final turkey hat.

This is advertised as a "sexy" turkey hat. This would seem to be more a tribute to the cleavage than to the turkey entrail dreadlocks. The safety glasses are for those who are taking a moment from using their acetylene torches.

Sexy? Only the right person can carry that off.

What if two romantic partners were each wearing the turkey hat? Blinding mental image. Pain! Pain!

(I'll never be able to look at giblets again.)