An Ode to John Hughes

Mommy was very sad this morning when she heard on the news that her favorite movie director, John Hughes, had died suddenly. So she dressed me in my 80s style polo outfit, popped my collar, and told me I would be known as Blaine for the remainder of the day. I told her that sounded like a major appliance, and would prefer the name Duckie.
In keeping with her theme, mommy dressed in pink today. She looked so pretty in it, I felt compelled to ask her "what's a happenin' hot stuff." Daddy laughed and called me a Duck's dork, which I didn't find amusing, so I asked him if Barry Manilow knew he raided his closet every night. Daddy didn't think this was very funny, as he thought he looked pretty handsome this morning. But all I can say is when you mess with the bull, you get the horns, daddy.
When we got to work today, I found out it was Abuela's birthday. I asked her how old she was, and she said that all I needed to know was that there would be more than 16 candles on her cake. I wonder if she and Gramps will sit on the table and kiss over her cake. The thought of that makes mommy gag a little, but I don't think she has anything to worry about because the fire blazing from the multitude of candles would probably cause one of them to catch fire if they leaned over it.

Anyway, it's Friday, and this weekend should be a fun one for us. Tomorrow is cousin Lily's birthday party. She'll be one year old, which is really exciting. I hope Mommy and Daddy remember to take me to her party, and don't just leave me Home Alone with Amos. Who knows what kind of mischief I could get into if they did that. Or worse than that, what if they left me with Uncle Al? He drives a really loud embarrassing car, and he has a lot more nose hairs than my daddy. I'm a kid, it's my job to point things like that out.

ok, ok, so enough with the John Hughes movie references. We've been trying to find a way to incorporate "Moley Russell's wart," from Uncle Buck, but it just isn't happening. You'll have to settle for the loud car and nose hair reference. Mommy says the only good thing to come of Mr. Hughes's death is that there will likely be a movie marathon this weekend. I'm sure Mr. Hughes is sitting in that Shermer, Illinois in the sky, with a little Simple Minds playing in the background, as the credits to his life roll,

"Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me. . .

La la la la la la........"
Don't worry Mr. Hughes. Mommy will never forget you, nor will she let any of us, as she owns most of your movies and plays them continuously. You will be missed.