Monday, April 19, 2010

poor charlie

Just because my boy goes into his room at night, please do not assume that he has gone to sleep.

He is busy in there. Usually, the morning brings an annoying mess of clutter to wade through on my way to open the curtains and force in the day, but just as often he is involved in creative pursuits like drawing or building with legos or creating tiny habitats for inanimate objects.

Case in point:

It's confusing, I know.

The floor is so bright, it distracts you from the details. Remind me to never carpet my home in dayglo puce with starburst effects.

This is Charlie's house. Charlie is a goldfish.


Let's take a closer look:




not that kind of goldfish, silly. Charlie's house is not in the sea. He's a goldfish of the Peperidge Farm species, genus whole grain cheddar.

The above photo shows Charlie lounging on his custom made sectional sofa. Charlie likes his sofa, it makes him very happy.



See?

Charlie likes to sit on his happy sofa and watch his big screen tv.





Look, it's Sponge Bob and Patrick!



When Charlie wants to hit the town, he can rock his jeep



Or his hog


At the end of a long day, Charlie tucks himself into bed.



Night-night, Charlie!


Charlie was the best pet/roommate/child/husband/friend that anyone could have ever asked for. He never complained, he ate whatever I made for dinner, or just went without dinner.. for days on end... if we forgot that he existed for a while. He seemed too good to be real.

One day, I came home to find a version of this note taped to aproximately every flat surface of my household:


Our hearts were clearly broken. Just look at the cracks!

Charlie was gone. We don't know exactly what happened to him, but we do have a suspect.



We hired security to keep the perp away during Charlie's funeral.


My girl was the officiant. She prepared careful notes and held the ceremony in her room, which is a notably more solemn venue.

It was a somber, emotional event:




Rest in peace, Charlie.

7 comments:

blue skies in PA said...

Good thing there are other fish in the sea/bag.

I'd move in if I got that kind of service in the event of my demise.

Well done..may Charlie rest in peace :)

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Oh. My. God. Bill and I are sitting here roaring laughing, complete with snorting. Your children are completely demented, you know that, right?

I really love their tenacity, though, in their quest to find Charlie, even after his tragic, stately, moving funeral.

Nice job, Jacquie. Good luck in your post-Charlie world.

Ellie

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Charlie does seem to be, excuse me, seems to have been, the best pet ever...small, quiet, hairless, happy, easily portable (I mean he even had his own transportation!) -- the list just goes on and on.

I'm glad the kids are adjusting okay. It truly looks as though they are going to be fine, although you might want to seriously consider Jr. Theater camp this summer. LOl.

beth

ChrsitineE said...

Izzy had a similar pet - a gummy bear - who also mysteriously disappeared. We know what you guys are going through. Deepest sympathy.

Christine

San Diego Momma said...

My thoughts are with you and the family during this difficult time.

I hope the perp is brought to justice.

oldbluesocks said...

Priceless!

Christina said...

I linked to this on my blog today because I knew all of my out of town mom friends would just love it.