2/12/07

Mary Poppins

Mary Poppins is hot. Don’t deny it. We all think so. Whether she is on Holiday at the race track or laughing on the ceiling, she is smoking. I’m not sure when my infatuation started with Ms. Poppins, but it is there, full bore. Mind you, I’m not that wild about Julie Andrews, but Mary Poppins. I can’t even really tell you why. Is it because I now have kids and can appreciate what she did for the Banks family? Possibly. Is it because I want to go fly a kite, up to the highest height, up in the atmosphere, up where the air is clear. Could be. She’s a minx that one I tell you.
I revealed to my wife my Poppins fetish. Interesting conversation, that one. It began with a look. Honestly, I have no idea why she stays with me other than my fabulous good looks. She was a bit taken aback, but in marriage you are supposed to open up, right? I mean, who hasn’t told their significant other the Princess Leia fantasy:? There is a whole following on that one. No one gives you weird looks when you say that. But no, mention Ms. Poppins and you are in a whole different world of creepy.
I am afraid to look on the web to see what is devoted to this subject. Mainly because I am at work and afraid of the triple x action that might pop up. The truth is that I don’t want to really know who shares this believe, because deep down, I think it is a little weird myself. I mean, she wears a turtle neck and ankle length skirt! I have major problems here. It might be the hair but I’m not really sure. The hat with the flower does do something for me, but I choose not to analyze this to much, it takes away from the magic that is Poppins.
What would it be like to be married to her? Chimney sweeps breaking in at anytime? That would be cool as I understand from the movie that they are delightful chaps who would in no way steal your mother’s jewelry or run away with your daughter. Would she sing to the dogs to put them to sleep, something about the value of not barking in the middle of the night thus waking the baby up and causing me to crash around what ever toy may be on the floor. If she did, I bet it would be about leftover Thanksgiving turkey that they would get. They would sigh, maybe huff a little, and go off to a dreamcickle land.
I think that I would particularly enjoy going inside paintings with her. Leave the kids at home with a less qualified baby sitter and just get gone. I would choose anything from Rembrandt maybe a little velvet Elvis thrown in for a good time. Could we go into pictures of Vegas or Tahoe? Maybe even a little Tahiti. Does it work with just sidewalk paintings or would a picture in a magazine be good enough. Say something from the super bowl or Monster truck weekly?
I do think the singing would wear on my nerves a little bit. I would have to get her an IPOD to keep her quiet on occasion. But she would be good with the kiddo. What’s her stance on xbox violence? That could be a deal breaker. Although anytime she would want to Chim-Chimney me, I would be good to go.

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