It was December 28, 2007. Holly has just dumped lovingly left the boys with grandma.

She is off for a fabulous day on the town ALONE to get ready for the big anniversary celebration she and blog-Stedmam are having the following day in honor of 17 years of blissful marriage.

Today, she has a strenuous schedule of a pedicure, shopping and expensive coffee drinking planned.

Did she mention that the boys not with her?

Look at Holly!

She is so excited.

Good for Holly.

Oh! And she is about to mail her LAST Christmas card of the 2007 season.

It is going to be a VERY good day for Holly.

Holly drives the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above to the end of the driveway.

Holly steps out of the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above to mail her last Christmas card of the 2007 season.

Holly returns to the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above and opens the door right into her forehead (see “X”).

Yes, Holly opened the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above’s door right into her very own forehead that has been part of her body for more than 37 years (see close up “X”).

Holly looks around to see if anyone witnessed such a silly event.

Holly then realizes that blood is pouring out of the forehead.

Holly pauses, applies pressure and thinks, “Crap. I am wearing my favorite sweater.”

Holly gets into the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above and drives backwards to the house applying pressure to her forehead.

Holly goes into the house and looks in the mirror to assess the damages to her forehead.

Oh no!

Holly is bloody.

Holly is very bloody.

Bloody, bloody Holly.

Holly gently calls grandma. Grandma knows something is wrong when she sees Bloody Holly. Grandma suggests that she take Bloody Holly to the hospital. Grandma loads up the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above with all the boys and Bloody Holly.

Let’s take a field trip to the hospital!

In the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above, Bloody Holly calls blog-Stedman for advice. Blog-Stedman seems like a good person for Bloody Holly to call because he went to medical school and works at a world class hospital.

Blog-Stedman says he will meet Bloody Holly in the parking lot of the world class hospital (see “X”).

Bloody Holly arrives in the minivan of death that looks like a boat from above to the world class hospital’s parking lot and is met by by blog-Stedman, MD and blog-Stedman’s partner, MD.

To be continued tomorrow…
What will become of Bloody Holly?
What will become of the world class hospital parking lot consult?
What will become of Holly’s favorite sweater?

Part II is here.



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34 Comments

  1. This is funnier and illustrations add to story, but I am still nauseated from imagining poor bloody Holly. Not to be read on a stomach full of tequila and chocolate.

  2. Oh, no! By Tuesday Bloody Holly is sure to have bled out. Are you sure it is wise to make Bloody Holly wait that long in the World Class Hospital parking lot?

  3. poor bloddy holly has way to much free time on her hands to go back thru her poor bloody life and make pics!!! seriously!!! are you just trying to make the rest of us look bad!!! SERIOUSLY!!!!ok I have to admit I like them and think they are really cute.. but when do you have the $%*#* time???

  4. I want to hire you to illustrate all my academic books. Or better yet, stand behind me at the chalkboard while I lecture.

    This is priceless! I’m so glad it’s an old post, or else I’d be up all night worrying about you in the world-class hospital.

  5. Please, tell me the really cute boots didn’t get ruined with blood!!! Well, your head too 😉

  6. You tell a bloody good story, Bloody Holly.

    I’m on the edge of my seat that does not look like a boat from above. Though I might.

  7. He, He… not laughing at you, you understand. But now I have that song about “Buddy Holly” stuck in my head. You know the one?

  8. this is me, in my bedroom, which is not shaped like a boat from above, but instead is more like kinda square with a little notchy thing in the corner that would be a closet, telling you, bloody holly, that you are very very very funny.

    and a good drawer too.

    wait. i mean you draw good. not that you are a drawer, like where you might have put your favorite sweater. unless it was ruined when it got bloody.

    i’ll shut up now.