Wednesday, November 3, 2010
CARL AND JANIE PARTRIDGE IS MY GRANDPIGpARENTZ: MODS FOR LIFE!
If you have not already met me, my name is little Mac Nut Pie Thingy Pig. How did I come
about? Well, it's a MODish story, goes a little something like this: a long time ago, two
MODS, Janie and Carl Partridge Family, attended a luau and told all the rest of the MODS
on the Social Stream how much fun they had! O.K. And Papa insisted he did not eat the
Pig: "I had fish," he said. O.K.
Then Janie informed 1Skatr that she had brought home six of the tastiest macadamia nut
pie tarts from the luau, just for her! Then Carl ate them.
Then 1Skatr felt wronged, seriously damaged by this heinous crime.
And never let Carl (aka Skatr'sPapa) forget it! EVAH!
After some time, Papa felt remorse. Or so the story goes.
(WeThinks Mama and Kestra might be the RemorseWhisperers, but that's Papa's story and
he's sticking to it.) Sad for eating 1Skatr's mac nut pie tartlet, he and JanieMama and Kestra
hatched a plan, a plan that did not exactly fledge as planned: they ordered a
WHOLE, FRESHLY-BAKED, MACADAMIA NUT PIE from Kona, Hawaii and shipped it
special Fed-X to assuage her grief. And told her to expect a special surprise! Which did,
of course, not arrive. Kinda like those tartlets that Mama originally brought home from the
luau...hmmm! Apparently, the address had two numbers switched, not so good when
you are shipping Fed-X to a Post Office box in a small town where the postman is already
dyslexic and INSISTS that Fed-X cannot deliver to a P.O. Box!
The days went by...no pie.
Then one day: PIE! MACADAMIA NUT PIE, ENCASED in a UPS box encased in a
Fed-X box encased in a box with many names and notes, and numbers and scratched
out numbers and new numbers...The pie was brought home, devoured, and devined.
In honor of Mama and Papa Partridge's effort, with Kestra's help, to exonerate Papa's
appetite, Mom then adopted me, little baby guinea pig, and named me Mac Nut Pie Thingy!
Lo! and Behold, MODS! Do I take after my grandPa, or what? Yup, I sleep in my
foodbowl and he soooo proud o'me!
So that's a behind-the-scenes glimpse into the Lives of MODS for LIFE, off the screen,
and the impact we continue to have in one another's lives, long after the cameras have
gone dark: I got rescued because Papa Partridge ate a mac nut pie tart thingy.
AND IT WAS GOOD!
WHO LOVES YA, BABY?
HORKS&HISSES&GUINEA PIG KISSES FROM ME AND YUM-YUM AND,
READ ON, THERE'S MORE GOOD NEWS!