At least, that's what Pop terms his return home from the hospital. See if any of you young whipper-snappers know what the reference is--hint: it's not a movie line, although, I'm sure there's a movie of it.
Meanwhile, the usual Johnson SOP, which is hectic and goofy. I could have titled this entry: Attack of the killer topiary. Yes, Vicky had another prop incident with the same topiary. This time, she was wearing ballet slippers because of her smashed toe (see yesterday's post) and so was shorter. She ended up walking onto the hem of her skirt and walking up the inside of the petticoat until she fell on her---astibule.
You gotta give her credit for composure because she stood right up and continued pushing around the blasted tree.
Who likes topiaries anyway? I think they look stupid, the plant world's answer to the French Poodle.
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