Oodles of Makell

I know you're excited by just reading her name. Your heart skips a beat when you see the word, 'Makell', because you can just feel that good entertainment is on the way. This is the very reason you read this blog, admit it. You patiently wait out the days just to see what she will do next. I just hold my breath and hope that she doesn't do anything that would involve the police.

Today I thought I would offer all Makell-lovers an update on some of her latest happenings--

• A few weeks ago, Todd was mowing the lawn and could hear little girl voices screaming at him. He searched to find the source of the sound. He found it high in the sky, as he looked up to Makell's SECOND-STORY bedroom window. Makell had opened the window to expose the screen that she had previously cut a hole in (who decides to cut a hole in their window screen!!?), so that she and Addie could poke their heads and LEAN THEIR BODIES out the window to tell Todd hello.
• On Sunday, Makell decided that she liked the taste of paper. For the entire length of sacrament meeting, she licked...yes, I said licked...pieces of paper until they were saturated with spit, and then she would rip them into small squares. I kept fighting with her to stop. The adults that were sitting behind us started giggling, which only added fuel to her spit fury. Her licking really picked up speed after that....
• I am standing at the customer service counter at Kohl's. Long line behind me. Makell decides to stand off to the side of the line and say 'hi' to each person standing there. If they respond to her hello, she (loudly) tells them that they are 'sweet'. If they ignore her, she (loudly) tells them that they are 'sour'. While this scene is occuring, I am trying to calmly talk to the man at the counter. Her sweet and sour charade starts to escalate. So, I pause and look at her and say, "so help me, if you don't knock it off, you're going home with the woman who is next in line." Without missing a beat, this woman gives a quick wink to Makell, who then respondes, "oh, you're sweet, I'd love to go home with you."
• Last night I couldn't get her to stop eating her hair. Well, not really eating, but sucking on it. Down right disgusting. After the 83rd time of asking her to stop, I turned to her and said, "why do you keep eating your hair?" Her response, "well, because it's delicious."
• While at the library, Makell spots a policeman. She skips right over to him and with great enthusiam asks, "hey, can I have your gun?"
  

These are just a few of the Makell stories of late. There are so many more, but I try to repress the memory of most of them. Keeping up with her can be quite a task. There are fleeting moments where I think about taking a nap, but then I remember where I live...the Loon Farm...and I drink another Pepsi instead.