Christine and Cristian went shopping in the nearby town known as Q-town, being forever children at heart the big toy store called them inside. Sitting on a big pile in the middle of the store were a bunch of stuffed animals, one jumped out—this cute little fluffy lamb with glitter. As Christine is secretly known as glitter girl so there was an irresistible urge to take glitter lamb home—little did we know what we were getting into.
The first thing we noticed was a certain grumbling sound coming from the glitter lamb which turned into a stream of obscenities by the afternoon. While I was at work Cristian found him drinking a beer, we soon realized we had some issues with this cute creature. Not only was he drinking beer but insisting it be from a local brewery and not "the commercial crap". His twisted nature was more apparent as he had taken out a spiritual book and put on an innocent facial expression.
The glitter lamb, now known as Psycho Glitter Lamb or PGL for short.
I am going to have to do some catching up on this lamb-chop tale since the saga has continued over several weeks now. During my telling I hope the reader will capture the hilarity that is catching on here locally.
I was getting daily notifications from Cristian that PGL was either drunk or swearing at him, he didn't like the beer left over in the fridge (though he drank it anyways), didn't appreciate the dogs sniffing his rear end, and rather despised the cats for ignoring him. At least at night he would settle into a stupor and fall asleep.
The day after Cristian returned to Romania I couldn't find him anywhere, his constant moaning and groaning was absent from the house so I went to look for him outside wondering if Maxine and returned to her habit of ripping up stuffed pillows and such. I found him up in a tree, yelling at me that he couldn't live without his "friend" who at least provided some company. I think he was trying to escape.
I know PGL looks cute and innocent but don't let that fool you.
I took him back inside and gave him a sketch book thinking he might find something to do other than cuss and complain. So far he hasn't produced a piece of art or even a scribble but at least I was trying to calm him down. He's really so incoherent that it's hard to figure out what the issue is. Cristian warned me that I might have to momentarily become PGL, sort of like a horse whisperer, get into his psyche. That wasn't all too appealing though it spontaneously happened a few days later. Meanwhile I was leaving him home, the beer had run out so finding him passed out on the floor with a bottle of Mezcal was concerning.
A bender that took him a whole day to sleep off.
Psycho Glitter Lamb and sketch book, hoping he will get inspired soon.
Since the supply of alcohol in the house was getting depleted and he can't figure out how to uncork the wine or champagne I have stashed away he found something else to appease his inner turmoil.
At least it calmed him down as he zoned out for a few hours.
I became concerned that he was going to harm himself if I kept leaving him home alone. The next morning I found him in my backpack and knew he'd be better off hanging out with me at the shop.
To be continued .... it gets better!
