Hi Nate:
So while Theodore searched for the man who dreamed in murder mysteries, your Dad discovered that “The Secret Lives of Snores” was poking out of Theodore’s back . . .um . . . well I guess it was a pocket –that is, if Snores wear pants.
“Where is the man who dreams in murder mysteries?” Theodore demanded. Continue reading
Hi Nate:
So, you’re Dad leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and began to mutter something under his breath.
“What’s he saying?” Asked one Ravinia patron.
“It sounds like numbers.” Said a second.
“It sounds like garbage. Where’s the Symphony.” Said the third, who was really cranky. Continue reading
Hi Nate:
So when we left off, Theodore the Snore was successfully putting the entire Ravinia audience, both pavilion and lawn, to sleep in an attempt to find a host with more entertaining dreams than Dad.
“We have to put a stop to this!” Dad said. Continue reading
Hi Nate:
Your Dad and I were frantically searching for Theodore at Ravinia, when we heard a familiar sound over the speaker system.
It wasn’t music.
It wasn’t Theodore snoring.
It was Theodore talking. And I can’t say we were happy about what he was saying. Continue reading
Hi Nate:
So once your Dad and I realized that Theodore was headed for Ravinia, we quickly dressed and dashed outside to see what he was up to. We were just outside of Ravinia’s gates, with no Theodore in sight, when we heard a tell tale sign over Ravinia’s speaker system
“Chonnnnnnnnnnnnkkkkk, chhhink, chhhink, chonnnnnnnkkkkk.”
Your Dad and I looked at each other and said, “Theodore.” Continue reading
Hi Nate:
So right after Theodore took off, Dad rushed back into our bedroom.
“Where is he?”
“Who?”
“The Snore.” Dad said. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair . . . although that didn’t take very long because Dad doesn’t have much hair left. Continue reading
Hi Nate:
So when we last left off, I had woken up screaming from my nightmare.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Thank goodness!” Your Dad said.
I still hadn’t recovered from the nightmare and was breathing heavily. “I,” heavy breath, “wish you’d” heavy breath, “show a little more sympathy.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. So where’s Theodore?”
“I’m right here, you conniving, manipulative humans.” Continue reading
Hi Nate:
O.M.G.
Worst. Nightmare. Ever.
And it had been a fairly normal and uneventful day. I went to work. I came home. We ate dinner. Your Dad prepared some delicious spicy tacos, and encouraged me to have an extra helping. I cleaned the dishes. Then, I did laundry. There was a lot of laundry. In fact, way more than I expected given that you and your brother are away for the summer. That put me in a foul mood. And I swear your Dad put some clean laundry in there just so I would have extra laundry to do.
So, I finally finished folding my fourth load, and decided that the rest could wait until the morning. I went upstairs, and crawled into bed. I was completely exhausted. Your Dad started talking to me about how a few summers back our socks threatened to take over the world, but I could barely keep my eyes open. He then started singing off key for some odd reason — poor Dad, he just can’t hold a tune. I didn’t even have the strength to tell him to knock it off. I just rolled over and closed my eyes.
And then it started. Continue reading
Hi Nate:
Oh what a day I have had!
Per your Dad’s crazy, but probably very viable, idea, I have spent the entire day watching scary movies. Why? In hopes of creating a nightmare terrifying enough to get Theodore to jump out of my body. I began with a breakfast of brain-eating zombies, followed by blood sucking vampires, and then the knife wielding and chain saw bearing psychos who knock off some seriously judgment-challenged teenagers one by one.
Bu lunch time, we were into the disaster movies. There were earthquakes, tornadoes, nuclear bombs, tsunamis ,asteroids and let’s not forget about all those pesky alien invasions.
Was that enough? Not according to your Dad!! As if I didn’t have enough content for a pretty scary nightmare, I then sat through movies about scary critters. Sharks that ate people, followed by snakes that ate people, and then there were the spiders that ate people (imagine how your brother would have loved that one). A couple of movies about dinosaurs running amok, and rounding it out with a movie about some overly aggressive birds that sent me running for the hills.
“That’s enough!” I said. “No more scary movies!! I’m not even sure I can fall asleep tonight I’m so scared.”
“Yeah,that should do it.” Your Dad agreed.
So, I’m drinking some warm tea, and I’m getting ready to go to bed. I can’t really say I’m looking forward to it, but hopefully we’ll scare Theodore right out of my throat. Wish me luck.
Love and kisses,
Mom
P.S. This is Dad. Wow, am I glad I’m not Mom. Those movies were so scary. Although, the dinosaur ones were kind of cool, and I always love a good zombie movie, but the rest forget it. Oh, but the special effects on the tsunami movie were awesome . . . ooopps Mom just saw what I wrote to you, and she’s looking a little mad. I gotta go.