These weekends fly by, which unfortunately means that Monday is now looming large. I took an interesting class yesterday on using gin to transfer images onto clay. We were a happy group! It was unique.

On the way home from the class I stopped at one of my favorite stores, the Christmas Tree shop, to see what useless doodads I might want to pick up. The name Christmas Tree Shop is something of a misnomer as it has a minimum of Christmas stuff and all sorts of other things. Halloween is currently a big deal, which means that I can find great black cat stuff.

But I digress.

I found some great Mardi Gras masks that I could save for school. Lots of feathers and plumes, bright colors, and really cheap. (Two for 3 bucks.) So I picked up a couple, along with some other stuff that I clearly can't live without , and came home.

I unpacked most of my stuff, but left the masks (which were in clear cellophane bags) in the living room, near the stuff that has to go to school. I didn't think anything else of it, and went off to bed.

But I forgot about one thing...or is that two?..the boys. (I have taken to calling Bravo and Broadway "the boys", and it's caught on with all my friends. I didn't even realize that I was doing it.)

I didn't hear anything during the night, but apparently the boys believe that if a thing has feathers it must be destroyed.

I awoke to what looked like a massacre of colorful chickens....that also wore sequins. There were feathers and sequins everywhere...from one end of the place to the other. They must have had a great time. (Although I think it was mostly Bravo who did the dirty work. I believe that he's the ringleader. He thinks of the scheme, Broadway tells him to test it out to see what happens, and only joins in later. Providing there have been no repercussions.)

So I picked up all the feathers, put them back in a plastic bag, sealed it up, put it on the dining room table, and left to go to Mass. I was gone for about an hour or so, and returned to....you guessed it......more feathers! He hadn't gone after the untouched masks, but the one that he had destroyed last night. I picked it up again, and put them in the sealed bag, this time on the table under some magazines. Not five minutes later Bravo was back after them again! I doused him with a shot or two from the squirt gun, but that hasn't been much of a deterrent.

I finally tossed the mask out, hid the ones that were going to school in a huge tote bag full of stuff that has to go to school in the morning....and I found Bravo IN the tote bag later in the afternoon. More squirts from the squirt gun, did nothing. I ended up putting the totebag in the hallway outside my front door!

I guess I should be relieved that I'll never have to worry about being attacked by colorful, sequined chickens....