Feb. 7, 2007 - The Vacation That Never Happened

This afternoon I received a phone call from a telemarketer.  You know the kind....young male voice,  complete with a chipper "How are you today, Mam?".  Oblivious to the dull monotone response (a practiced art - comes from having been a telemarketer myself in my younger days), he proceeded to tell me he was from a resort in Branson, MO.  "Have you ever been to Branson?"  No.  "Well, we have ___ shows each day, (bla.bla..bla...bla...bla) and 3 beautiful lakes! How many people usually travel with you?........I'm sorry, what did you say?......"

  Suddenly an angry toddler cry arose from the living room, followed by an unearthly scream from Punkins.  With beautiful Branson hanging in the balances (I was just sure he was going to tell me we had won a FREE trip!!!!  For once, I WANTED to hear the punchline)......I rushed to where Punkins stood screaming.  Shrill, very shrill screams and screeches.  As she pulled back her shirt sleeve, I saw a huge mark on her arm and finally realized Sunshine had biten......yes BITEN!!......her sister.  With a quick "I have to go, sir!", I let the much needed vacation go with the click of a button.

   After practicing my nursing skills, soothing angry spirits, disciplining the guilty party, and supervising a sincere apology, my thoughts returned to the vacation in Branson.  Well, not so much to the vacation as to the telemarketer.  I started to laugh.  I can only imagine what he thought!!

       Maybe he'll call back.......you know, I'm SURE every high class resort in Branson would LOVE to have us come grace their facility with our quiet unassuming airs.

        A post script:  As I was typing this, Buttons knelt at the rocking chair and prayed "Dear Jesus, please help (Sunshine) to never bite (Punkins) again.  Amen"      

                                                        I second that motion, Lord!