Monday, July 7, 2008

Ode to Hanna-Barbera and Ironing

Last week was an odd one. Neither Dominic nor I felt well (actually, Doug was feeling poorly as well and was the one who received the most sympathy from outside the family ... where's the love ...). Anyway, for the majority of the week, have been flying low to the ground, under the radar, and in the sinus/allergy fog - more about the holiday in the next post.

On Wednesday last week, Dominic and I stayed in our PJ's all day and watched cartoons ... and at risk of having my SPROUT parent card revoked, I had to take a break from Clifford, Curious George, and Cyberchase to watch BOOMERANG for just a bit ...

In my sinus/allergy fog, I silently wondered (between bouts of coughing, sneezing & nose blowing - ok, maybe it wasn't so silent), how I could have been blind to the fact that George Jetson, Fred Flintstone, and Yogi Bear all have a striking resemblance to one another ... not to mention, that Astro (the Jetson's dog), Scooby-Doo, and Huckleberry Hound also look alike. It started to freak me out.

Most of the cartoons I watched as a small child were created by the dynamic duo of Hanna - Barbera ... and they all looked alike! Sheesh! Talk about the mythical glass shattering ... then I googled them ... because what else would I do ... and discovered that they also created Josie and the Pussycats (only 16 episodes) and thought maybe all was well - until I started to look through the episode guide and saw the eerie resemblance between the Pussycats and the Scooby girls (Daphne & Velma ... more Daphne than Velma ... but still).

It was all too much.

So what did I do, you ask? (So maybe you didn't - but I'm telling you anyway). I promptly turned back to the PBS Sprout channel and then fled to the sanctity of the laundry room, where I spent 45 minutes ironing.

Maybe I was trying to purge the distress caused by the shattered images of Hanna & Barbara (sure they were good, but their range of character drawing was a bit limited), or maybe I was trying to return to the blissful age of a "woman's place is in the laundry room - washing & ironing), or maybe I was just serving some type of penance.

The bottom line is it worked - ironing cleansed me (HA!). Although, I did vow to never by anything that was machine washable and organic cotton/linen again. I doubt that will last (because wrinkled is not so bad), but I think I've ironed enough for the remainder of the summer. Unless of course, I see another episode of The Jetsons.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am not ashamed to admit it...Velma creeps me out.