Who invited the Goops to my home????

now this might take you wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy back...i remember as a child having this book read to me and although i no longer own the book i clearly recall this line: "The Goops they lick their fingers, And the Goops, they lick their knives, They spill their broth on the tablecloth, Oh!, they lead disgusting lives!"

i remember shivering with horror and delight...ohhhh i NEVER want to be a goop!!! but OHHHHH they're DELICIOUSLY naughty!!!! so apparently the naughtiness won over and i've allowed them into my home...they haven't only licked their knives and spilled their broth but they also haven't done the dishes or the vacuuming and they've for some reason left the tipi standing a full week after Round Up was over!

albeit they've brought a lovely childhood memory back, i believe that today will have to be their last day at the Little House on the Prairie...last night i overheard Rocky telling one of them "you're worse than a coyote" and if you know dogs as i do, you'll understant that he was insulting the Goop in the most horrific way imaginable.

bottom line is as one who resides in a home with such items as monarchical divans with luscious purple silk fluffy pillows and lamps of sparkling delight (it's my favorite in the world, thank you) should be more cautious of whom is invited to stay for long visits of laughter and stories told deep into the night hours! Surely, the Goops are not appropriate guests!

Say good day to them, they're leaving this afternoon!!!!