My day with Lucy

“Hey, Lucy! Let’s ditch Linus and Charlie Brown for the day. What do you say?”

Lucy, my favorite, irreverent girl bully and I teamed up. Why? I’m just like her! We went to Lucy’s yard to set up a kissing booth and kissed our lips off, socked a couple of customers in the mouth who were reneging on coughing up our payments, and heckled each potential customer who slunk right on by without stopping.

Lucy and I counted up our earnings and went down the block to Sally’s lemonade stand. We bought all she had and then went to the hotdog vendor up the block to sample his wares. I swore off eating meat then and there, I ate so many weiners. I was turning quite green when Lucy suggested we wade in the creek.

The icy cold spring water took my breath away, and that was a welcome relief to take my mind off my tummyache.

Before turning in for the night, we stopped by Snoopy’s doghouse. Though he looked to be sound asleep atop his roof, he rolled down and planted a juicy slurp on my face and then one on Lucy’s, to her horror. “You germ-ridden, flea-ridden hound dog! You better beat it, or, or, ... I’ll give you five reasons to never try that again!” In typical Lucy fashion, she counted off her fingers one at a time as she balled them up into her fist. Snoopy, no stupic pooch, was long gone by then!

Since I could sense Lucy needed to be “brightened up” a bit, I suggested she hold the football for me while I ran up to kick it. She didn’t fool me a bit, because I know Lucy so well. She’s never let anyone actually kick the football, always jerking it away at the penultimate second. So I played along and let myself be ‘fooled’. I know she gained a great deal of satisfaction watching me tumble screaming away on the grass. Like I said, “I’m JUST like Lucy.” (After all, where would we be without loud, pushy, intelligent girls who grow up to be vocal, assertive, flexible, [and in my case, vegetarian] leaders? ;-) Thanks for the inspiration, Lucy!)