I laughed at Lucy the other day. I love Lucy. In this episode, evidently there weren't supposed to be any pets in the Ricardo apartment. So when Fred and a complaining neighbor came in to find out why they were hearing little barks Lucy tried to hide little Ricky's new puppy in the closet under a hat. You probably know the plot-line. When the puppy yelped Lucy acted like she was singing. When it barked she pretended to sneeze. When the little dog forced the closet door open and escaped it looked like the hat was creeping across the floor. She was finally able to grab the dog and stuff it inside the piano, but she had to act like a terrible player when it started clamoring across the strings. There was no way to hide the little creature that had no clue it needed to be hidden.
It sorta reminded me of a friend who is celebrating his birthday today. He's cute, playful, fun to be around and usually oblivious to all of us explaining his craziness to the peeps in the room who are sitting close enough to witness, but not near enough to understand. That's not a criticism, it's a compliment.
Happy birthday Wade! Please don't grow up.
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