The first upset over the Great Cleaning finally happened last night, when Janie couldn’t find Sunny’s Barbie guitar for her impromptu concert of holiday songs she’d memorized from Clifford The Big Red Dog’s website.
She searched the donation bags, then stormed over to demand its safe return.
I told her I’d pitched it because it was broken (and to put the donations back in the bag, please) and after a short, futile argument (over both) she left.
But I’m afraid I lied. That guitar wasn’t just broken . . . it was possessed.
I’ve tried to get rid of it before, but someone always rescued it. If it comes back this time, I’m gonna try burning sage.
But at least the Tinkerbell watch is silent . . .