Fibber McGee

Christmas is coming and fortunately it doesn't mean much around my house. The boys have not yet started whining for Christmas presents. I prefer not to indulge in that bit of consumerism.

We really don't need more junk around the house, anyway. I am like my mother who always says, "I need less junk, not more!" She keeps all her junk in a "Fibber McGee closet". Fibber
McGee was an old-time radio comedian; he kept a closet full of junk and every time he or his wife Molly opened it, they would be buried under an avalanche of junk; the sound effects of clunks and clatters made hilarious radio.

Our own Fibber McGee closet is Jason's crib. When Jason was born I went out and spent good money on a crib. I didn't know Thais don't use cribs. The infant Jason got to sleep right next to his mother. One time we tried to put him in the crib, which he thought was prison, and he screamed and cried until we let him out. Ever since, for 3 1/2 years, the crib has been accumulating junk. Now it is heaping full.

Supposedly, my sun hat is in there somewhere. I don't dare try to find it; I'm afraid I might get buried in the avalanche like Fibber McGee.