As you know, Gary and l get caught up in games. For quite a while it was a game of Position the Stuffed Coca Cola Bears Inappropriately, which morphed into Hide the Bears, which slowed down after it worked too well.
Lately, we've been playing Hide the Rubber Rat in honor of our mouse visitor. I don't know if it's actually a rat. It might be a small rat or a large mouse. It's a rodent of unusual size.*
It's been in my pillow case, my makeup drawer, and the microwave, but yesterday morning I crept out of the house and buried him up to the whiskers in the seed bin. The reveal was so delightful that Gary had to call me at work to tell me that not only was he surprised, but he has been worried for weeks he'd accidentally buried a mouse corpse he imagined he saw slide out of the gnawed seed bag.
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*Speaking of Rodents of Unusual Size (R.O.U.S.), for a while plans were afoot to have a Princess Bride Viewing Party, after it was revealed that Debbie M_____ had never seen the movie. At first, it was just "oh, you have to see that," then it was "come to my house and see that," then "come to my house where we'll have a theme party!"
A theme party with iocane powder ...
... hors d'oeuvres ...
... and name tags ...
I, of course, would be the six-fingered man. Tell me, how often can I capitalize on the extra thumb? Not often. Perfect opportunity. Additionally, if there's a wives of Henry VIII party, I get dibs on Anne Boleyn. No debate.
It was about that time that Debbie M_____ remembered the MenoParty, got scared, and refused to attend. It might have been after I suggested she might be propped up in a twin bed in the middle of the great room for the duration of the movie.
So, without our guest of honor, the party was scrapped.
Happily, I won a wine tasting party at my home, so that filled my party organizing needs. That's set for twenty days from now, and I'm sure by the time the sommelier arrives it will be a "Dress As Your Favorite Wine" party with a grape-stomping activity.
Over my head, I fear. But this does put me in mind of the brain. We had a rubber ball that had what looked like a brain inside it, and when you squeezed it, it looked like blood oozed out of the brain. We would hide it in my daughters house, or she would hide it in our house or in suitcases,etc. but it is now completely lost.
Posted by: Hattie | October 04, 2014 at 01:37 AM
Hattie - Losing that bear for a year really made me nuts. I don't know what I'd do if I lost an oozing brain.
Posted by: Thequeen | October 08, 2014 at 08:24 PM