…posted in 2025
So, today, we have a large number of friends over for a cookout and general get together in the newly enlarged to 50 acres (including a 20 acre lake) Meadow Room. We invited our therapist over, and she agreed, since we had a session scheduled anyway. Then, this happened…
The immediate family is seated in a circle. Friends are all around.
Therapist: Okay, I’d like to start off with Mr. Cross.
Yoyo: Me?
Duke: Me?
Blue: You’ve got four to choose from.
Therapist: Ah Ha, I see, well…
Doc: Ah Ha?
Sunny: a-ha?
Avis: a-ha!
Everyone else: a-ha!!!!
Grace: Here we go!
Voice of Sweetie: a-ha it is!
Therapist: What?
In a second, the music for “Take On Me” starts up, we are all clad in colorful Bollywood musical regalia, and half of us are black and white line drawings. A song and dance number ensues, with us singing and dancing through about 6 different Earths. It lasts about 10 minutes, then we are all back to normal.
Grindy: WOOHOO! That was a fun one.
Therapist: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?
Spike: Song & dance break.
Aki: Bollywood was a great choice, Sweetie.
Therapist: How…why…WE WERE DRAWINGS!
Mara: It happens pretty often around here.
Grace: Except we aren’t usually drawings.
Duke: That time we all danced to “Mr. Blue Sky” and were toons was fun!
Therapist: I’m…it’s…
Avis: It helps not to dwell on it.
Jeeves: Perhaps a glass of wine?
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Therapist: Now, you say that you feel upset with your brother, Flash. Why?
Daisy: He says Star Wars is better than Star Trek.
Therapist: Well now, people are allowed to have differing opinions. Don’t you agree?
Daisy: Yes, I suppose that’s true.
Therapist: Good. So, what’s the next step?
Daisy: I’ll transport his furry ass to Fresno and let him try using the fucking Force to get home.
Therapist: I need a drink.
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Therapist: So, tell me what brings you joy?
Grace: Good music, my grandchildren, my children, a good book.
Therapist: Very nice. And Doc, how about you?
Doc: Everything she said, plus tacos, beer, and popping a cap in Stalin’s ass over on Earth 1F.
Therapist: We have a lot more to talk about.
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Therapist: What would you say is your biggest fault?
Doc: Say what?
Blue: I don’t understand that question.
Yoyo: Is this some trick question?
Duke: Fault?
Therapist: Jesus!
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