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Me In Wonder-what land
Late one evening, after a long, exhausting day and an extra spicy supper, I fell down that nighttime rabbit hole of bizarre dreams. There I found myself at the head of an oblong table having tea with the Mad hatter, Alice, a raging queen who could have easily been Richard Simmons and a strange assortment of unrecognizable creatures.
"Off with his head!" yelled the queen as she pointed at the Lettuce Man. "I want a B.L.T. NOW!" Then she calmly stroked her dress and composed herself ... straight into an opera complete with a large woman wearing a doubly pointed hat. "Off with his head!" she screamed, thrusting her fickled finger of fate at the Cow boy. "I have an idea for my hat! And it's not a western!"
The Mad Hatter leaned over to me and not-so-quietly whispered, "Probably the side effects of thermotox." "And this," bellowed the queen as she forcefully smacked his head from behind, "is the back effects of my hand! I am so mad right now!" The Mad Hatter slowly picked up his now tea soaked hat from his cup. "No, my dear," spoke the Hatter with the restrained poise of a gentleman, "I'm mad. You're hot." "Do you really think so?" asked the queen while playfully batting her eyes and placing a jeweled finger to her sickening sweet dimple. "Of course. Now, would you like some chocolate for your tea, my royal beauty?" asked the Mad Hatter. "Don't mind if I do." she regally replied. All was peaceful until suddenly, the queen bolted up and rushed from her chair with a rather urgent "Off to the head! Off to the head!"
"How odd." Alice remarked. "Not odd." said the Mad Hatter. "She acted as any belligerent person should after sipping ex-lax in their tea." He slyly smiled and added, "Someone with intelligence would say 'How even.'"
"Off with his head!" yelled the queen as she pointed at the Lettuce Man. "I want a B.L.T. NOW!" Then she calmly stroked her dress and composed herself ... straight into an opera complete with a large woman wearing a doubly pointed hat. "Off with his head!" she screamed, thrusting her fickled finger of fate at the Cow boy. "I have an idea for my hat! And it's not a western!"
The Mad Hatter leaned over to me and not-so-quietly whispered, "Probably the side effects of thermotox." "And this," bellowed the queen as she forcefully smacked his head from behind, "is the back effects of my hand! I am so mad right now!" The Mad Hatter slowly picked up his now tea soaked hat from his cup. "No, my dear," spoke the Hatter with the restrained poise of a gentleman, "I'm mad. You're hot." "Do you really think so?" asked the queen while playfully batting her eyes and placing a jeweled finger to her sickening sweet dimple. "Of course. Now, would you like some chocolate for your tea, my royal beauty?" asked the Mad Hatter. "Don't mind if I do." she regally replied. All was peaceful until suddenly, the queen bolted up and rushed from her chair with a rather urgent "Off to the head! Off to the head!"
"How odd." Alice remarked. "Not odd." said the Mad Hatter. "She acted as any belligerent person should after sipping ex-lax in their tea." He slyly smiled and added, "Someone with intelligence would say 'How even.'"
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