Oh Say Can You See?

Monday night Debbie, Ellen and I went to hear Rebecca Woolf read from her memoir Rockabye. That was lovely and we stayed out past my bedtime, but more importantly, the next day I got a call from Debbie asking if I had seen her (amazing, humongous, world-encompassing) sunglasses.

I sprung into action. I had not noticed them, but then a lot gets by me these days. I asked Ada, who was the obvious suspect, having stolen my sunglasses earlier in the day.

Ada: Let me think...no, no I haven't seen them. But maybe Sheepie has.

Sheepie: Glasses? What glasses? I usually drink from a bucket.
Better check with Horsie.

Horsie: Neiiighh, no glasses around here. Besides horse sense,
I've got 20-20 vision. Have you asked OX?

OX: Wha?

Ada suggested we go upstairs to ask Hippo.

Hippo: No comment. And get that damn camera out of my face,
will'ya, before I break it over my knee.

Me: Ada, are you SURE you haven't seen Debbie's glasses?

Ada: Oh, THESE? Did you mean these? Oops, sorry.
Yeah, sure, I have them right here.

Debbie, stop by whenever, the glasses will be on the mantle.