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Thursday, March 24, 2011

The WHITE HAT SOCIETY

So, they met again... the WHITE HAT SOCIETY, I found these pics in momma's camera.

Pay attention to the upper right hand corner, the guy in the little box talking down to them....



You know I have been ...shall we say ... "curious" about this "WHITE HAT SOCIETY".  The concept of voluntarily putting on a hat is entirely foreign to me. And some of momma's hats....sheeesh .... We will just leave it at that, if you catch my drift.

But what fascinated me about these pictures is that guy in the box talking down to the WHS .

Maybe, this is not just lunch and rescue talk.  Maybe there is more to this. Who is the dude in the box?  What's he telling them? Is this why they gather, to listen to him talk?  OMD. Is this like some kind of cult?  And something else. I smelled momma's breath. She did not have "lunch"! She had sushi, and I know Hero did not prepare it because 1. she had no box for us.... and we all know he would never forget to send us some white tuna.... 2. where were the fortune cookies???? We have trained momma not to ever eat those. We give her the paper thingie and the cookie is OURS. So.... how does one have sushi.... not have white tuna for us and come home without cookies, and they do not have ketchup bottles at sushi places... look at the pictures! Want to solve that mystery?

I just don't know.  Momma came back all smiley and talking about two new residents at White Dog Cottage.  Two boys. Best buddies, she says. Aha.  she talked about meeting Kyle's momma and Presley's momma... aha... talked about  seeing Miss Gudrun, etc etc... blah blah.. about these great new flags and blah...not one syllable about the dude in the box.

It was painful to listen to her go on and on and on...but I endured just to hear about the dude in the box.... Nothing.  I am calling an emergency meeting of the White Tail Society. What?  Yes we formed our own "society" .  You must have a white tail to attend the meeting.  No tail-less beings allowed.  On our agenda... finding out who dude in the box is and why he is talking down to our two leggeds. Can't fight an enemy you know nothing about. For all I know he could be the dude that writes the chewie portions... in which case dude has got to go....

Get this. Like I am stoooooopid.  I asked momma why she was seated at the head of the table. And she said that was was at the "foot" of the table....right. Something is going on.  And when they left, both Miss Darlene and momma looked so... "cute"...like they were going to a party or something.... this puzzle has too many weird pieces...

I am on the case...

'vie

1 comment:

Marshmallow said...

I know what you mean, 'vie! I don't get the little box guy either. And you know what? Sometimes my mama and daddy will record something from the box and save it to watch again later! I think you're right and it must be some kind of cult. What's next?! Have you EVER heard about a cult where it turned out okay? I haven't. The members always end up doing even weirder things. Count me and my brothers in on your White Tail Society. We have to get to the bottom of this and save them!