Shiny Beads

The Fuzz and I, for joy's sake, of course, donned 10 or 15 or 50 shiny beaded necklaces and danced in front of the full length mirrors in Laura's hallway.  Laura wanted to join us, but the Fuzz declared that she was "NOT part of the TEAM!"  This is the song we sang until I wanted to shoot myself for ever making this crazy stuff up:

Look at my shiny beads!
Look at my shiny beads!
Look at you, you got some, too!
Look at you, you got some, too!
Look at me in my shiny beads,
singin and swingin in the breeze.
Look at my shiny beads!

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How the Fuzz got her name

The Fuzz is the nickname my husband gave Linda when she was just a babe.  She had this awsome sticky-upy soft dark fuzz on top of her tiny head, and Bob just started calling her "the fuzz."  It stuck...well, at least for me and Bob.  I don't think anyone else calls her that anymore.  As well, they shouldn't because she grew out of that hairdo many years ago.  Anyway, she thinks I am fabulous, which makes me feel fabulous because I think she is just resplendent!  We sat on her living room floor that day and went through about 500 New Orleans style beaded necklaces and carefully chose the most wonderful arrangements to make us perfectly lovely.  Then we danced maddly, swinging them all over and belting out that song.  She now believes I am the most fun a girl can ever have... and she may just be right.  Here are some photos of her with fuzz and without: