fracas

It was a long and rather boring drive yesterday. Olga, the two fraccy children (indeed, we left one of the fraccy children home alone… ) and I decided to sleep most of the way there and let Mr. Fracas do the driving. It’s best that way anyway. He does like to speed, and well… you all know how delicate fracas is. What I don’t see is always best when it comes to the driving of a fraccy husband.

Monday was a different story though. There was a flurry of activity in the hotel room, complimentary continental breakfasts were enjoyed, and the lot of us were West Edmonton Mall bound.

There would be no rest today!

What with ice skating at the rink, shopping, eating, some arcade time, and several hours spent in the indoor amusement park, it was such an exhausting day, the support of a good friend like Olga was as welcome as a canteen of water to a fool wandering in the desert!

We were enjoying Edmonton so much so, that Olga mused about what it might be like if she struck out on her own, stopped traveling, got a job and just set up house there. I think it was the fault of this sign she saw while we were enjoying a break at one of the restaurants down Bourbon Street. Not to worry though… a mention of her dear Blog Mistress was enough to bring her back to reality, and we were off to make good on the promise of the kind of slingshot that would make her happy and not just that dastardly old Speedcat Hollydale! Hollydale might’ve used her as the slingshot, but we’d promised her a slingshot she’d really enjoy! You see, in that amusement park is a ride called The Space Shot. On sight Olga knew it was something she wanted to try.

Such a daring little bra she is!

It was there that a secret was about to be revealed to the world.

Wanting a photo or two to share with all of you, I asked Mr. Fracas to assist Olga in posing for the camera. He agreed, and it was only after I was viewing the photos later that a shocking secret was revealed to me.

Now, I’d never before believed those stories of apparitions appearing in photos, but this has made a true believer of me. What appeared in the photo was nothing like what I saw through the viewfinder. It was terribly shocking!

Yes dear fraccers… that jovial chap we’ve thought of as Daddy Maplesurfer has turned out to be none other than Mr. Fracas’ long lost twin brother!

While I was busy blogging about Maplesurfer and how he and that old git (who used Olga as a very literal boulder holder) were actually long lost brothers, I never thought for a moment that Maplesurfer and Mr. Fracas might be related!

Though this is a difficult pill to swallow, I realize that if Mr. Fracas and Maplesurfer are twins, and that Maplesurfer and Daddy Papersurfer are brothers also… that would make Mr. Fracas and Daddy Papersurfer brothers also… and as such, the DP would be my…

…brother?

(In-law.)

And that explains a whole lot to the fracas.

Luckily, I had my good friends Olga and Margarita to console me. I shall have to find some way to reconcile this new information with myself. I’m sure I’ll be able to. Perhaps I’ll need a direct line to Lo, she is a terrible goddess?

We have another busy day planned for Tuesday. Olga’s quite excited, but I… I’m a little worried about more family secrets coming out. I’m not so sure I can take it.

Olga might have to post for me tomorrow!