Bubbles & Bunny Take A Vacation ... A Long, Long Vacation

Well, it's been awhile....Bubbles and I have been busy doing some travelling. Just two wild and crazy girls jet setting around the continent. I really wanted to say the world or perhaps globe, but that would be lieing.

North America has many exciting places to see. Heck, you think they've got the World's Largest Ball of Twine in Europe? Nope, it's right here in our own south of the border backyard....the U.S.A. We have pictures of us standing in amusing poses next to it. Bubbles pointing at at, a look of wide-eyed "wow". Me holding the twine tail around Bubbles' neck pretending to strangle her.

And how about our Canadian tourism. Not too shabby, either. We had no trouble finding riveting points of interest in our own province. Don't roll your eyes. Come on folks! We've got a great big cheese wheel right here in Ingersoll, Ontario. There's also that giant nickel up north, and Princess the ceramic cow in Woodstock. People actually leave the highway to take in these sights. You can bet that the Hawaiians don't have any of those things.

Towards the end of our travels, we Magee girls decided that it might be nice to go see Niagara Falls. Neither of us had been there in awhile, and we thought that we would probably enjoy going again. If you've read the previous postings, then you probably think that I had dark plans of putting Bubbles in a barrel and rolling her over the Horseshoe Falls, but I showed great restraint. Besides, I'd had a couple of glasses of wine and my balance wasn't that great.

The Falls is a beautiful and humbling sight. I've never tired of it all these years, even though I've seen it a bunch of times. I think Bubbles would agree with me about that. I know she enjoyed taking in the strip as much as I did, we had great fun.

Once you've finished touring Niagara Falls proper, there's really only one sensible thing to do....go on a Niagara wine tour. Now we're talking real fun. I've heard stories about that tour, about the beautiful countryside going to the local vineyards, heard about the really nice local wines. Yup, heard lots, never found out personally. It's Bunny's fault, of course. Isn't everything?

I'll go into it later, right now I'm exhausted and glad to be home. I've got to go unpack my steamer trunk of souvenirs. If the pics turn out, I'll post them.

Till next time, Bunny out.

BUBBLES......A LIMERICK

There once was a Bubbles from Byckle
Slid down the stairs on a pickle
Her butt went all red
My nephew is dead!
That poor old Bubbles from Byckle.

(Okay, not my very best work, but I'm really tired)

GUM & ARMPITS DON'T MIX !

Bubbles is a great mom, but she wasn't always. A mom, I mean. She used to be a prepubescent kid...a larger busted one than the rest of us, but a kid all the same.

The beginning of a girl's blossoming womanhood includes hairgrowth in new areas, such as in the armpits. Our mother wouldn't let us near razors for fear we would cut ourselves and bleed to death, or perhaps sever a limb, so pit hair grew freely. Granted, at 13 years of age most of us don't walk around hauling bushes under our arms, but there's enough there to cause some trouble. You wouldn't think a person could have an armpit accident, but Bubbles managed.

My sister was quite a gum chewer....the more pieces of Bazooka she could stuff in her mouth at one time, the better. More gum, more and bigger bubbles...simple (and hence her nickname).

One night Bubbles was having trouble sleeping. Since she wasn't tired, she didn't bother to remove the wad of gum the size of a softball from her mouth when she laid down. Mom always made us stay in bed whether we were sleepy or not, so I guess sis figured she'd just lay there and blow giant pink orbs to amuse herself.

Despite her claims that sleep would never arrive, at some point in time it did come to Bubbles. She had dozed off with her arm slung up on her pillow. Since she was laying on her back, it was only natural that her head would relax against her arm....when a person is relaxed, their mouth goes slack....when their mouth goes slack, their gum slides out of their mouth....when their head is against the underside of their arm and their gum slips out, (you guessed it) it falls right into their armpit hair!

Now, most people move at times while sleeping and Bubbles is no exception. Sometime during her slumber she brought her arm down off the pillow. The gum was now pressed nicely into the hair - first problem. Then she rolled over onto her side, which coincidently was the same side that was protectively warming the now hairy gum.

When she awoke, Bubbles tried to move her arm and found something didn't feel right, and it hurt to try and raise her arm....she was very distressed and started calling mom at the top of her lungs. Bubbles was too afraid to look or touch her armpit to see what was causing the trouble so she had no idea what had happened. She was so mad that she started crying when we laughed at her misfortune. I still laugh about it to this day, and I'm sure that by the time my sister is in an old folk's home, she'll be able to as well.

Sometimes she has no sense of humour.

Till next time, this is me signing off.
Bunny

BOUNCING BUBBLES

I've always thought that the name Bubbles was better suited to a stripper than a sister. Being the slightly-older-less-attractive sibling, I would be neglect in my duty if I did not point that out every chance I get.

"You're just jealous", my sister is fond of retorting. She says this while flipping back a whisp of long blonde hair with her perfectly manicured fingers, getting her pinky ring caught for a second, cute little nose tilted up. For some reason or other this action, usually accompanied by a pitying sigh, always makes her full bosom jut out even farther than it does normally.

"Careful! You could put an eye out with those things."

Bubbles smiles smuggly and gives one of those 'girly' giggles that makes my skin crawl.

I crossed my arms over my not-so-ample-bosom (not much of a retort I admit) and watched as Bubbles turned on her heal, head held high and haughty. She sometimes suffers from Swollen Ego Syndrome, poor kid. As I still stood in the kitchen sulking, I mentally threw darts and baseballs at my sisters exiting back. Bubbles didn't walk so much as she sashayed, shapely hips swaying the way men like. Why did she get all the curves, that's what I wanna know.

Bubbles had more than curves before long. She had been standing close to where the kitchen meets the livingroom when she swirled around all superior-like. Swirled around, took a hearty disgruntled step forward...right into a doorframe. Oh baby, did she hit it hard. Funny on it's own if it's not you, funnier when said sister hits the door frame so hard that she bounce-steps backwards and hits the other side. I couldn't help it - I laughed, laughed long and hard. Laughed even harder when I found out that her new boyfriend had been in the next room and saw the whole thing.

She may have had curves, but Bubbles also had lumps that day - both to her head and her ego.

This is so very mild compared to things that came later, but we were still young.

Till tomorrow signing off.
Bunny Magee

HEEERRRE'S BUBBLES!

The (Mis)Adventures of Bubbles Magee

Bubbles is a beautiful and zany woman, but her horseshoe has always hung the wrong way.

Bubbles (not her real name, duh) was born with a huge black cloud over her head that has refused to dissipate and insists on following her everywhere - even to the gynecologist's office. If it's embarrasing, clutsy or funny, it has happened or is going to happen to my sister, Bubbles Magee.

I can never reveal her true identity, or mine. The stories that will be told in this blog are real events that happened over the past few decades.

Enjoy them as I have, always at Bubbles' expense, of course!
Bunny Magee