inflate to celebrate
You know those really ugly inflatable christmas and various other holiday... things.... that people have taken to putting in their yards that amuse young children but are cheesy as all hell?
My mom got one. It's easier, she says, than making a christmas tree out of garland to hang on the front of the house (I'd agree there) now that I'm "older." Funny, this is the *only* time she recognizes that I'm older--when it makes life easier for her (but notably not when it involves driving or a car).
She got the Christmas Tree one, which is just a tree, and is actually kinda cute in a cartoony sort of way since it doesn't have any misshapen characters to go along with it. It is now in front of our house.
The box though, for this tree, is what got me. It proudly reads:
Inflate and celebrate!
Thank you Vaudeville people, because without you I might have been able to read that and not thought "blow up doll!" But, thanks to the magician and his "You have to order two with parts and holes to get two without for the magic shop" line I'll forever see "inflate" and think "plastic blowjob."
Yep.
Oh yeah, and while at Meijers I used my picture phone to snap a shot of my mom next to seven foot tall pink fuzzy footed pajamas, for the really freaking big tall womanish man in all of us, or you know, the amazon in all of us. Whichever. My mom's really short so it's a funny picture.
Last night I went out with people from choir as it was two people's birthday (Colleen's and somebody else's). It was quite quite heartening to hear that they have many of the same problems with our direction as I do--I'm not crazy! yay!
Also it was fun as hell, I wanna get invited along more often really. Sharon was telling us about Nanette, and how during "Tomorrow Shall be My Dancing Day" she sings the "Oh my, oh my, oh my" line, which goes up a scale (and alto parts often say really stupid things if taken out of context of the melody) and makes it sound like an orgasm--and uh yeah, she's *not* a kid making this joke.
hehe. I giggled like mad at that.
So that's that. I have to leave early tonight and drop off crap for Donna's Bama and such.
~me.
My mom got one. It's easier, she says, than making a christmas tree out of garland to hang on the front of the house (I'd agree there) now that I'm "older." Funny, this is the *only* time she recognizes that I'm older--when it makes life easier for her (but notably not when it involves driving or a car).
She got the Christmas Tree one, which is just a tree, and is actually kinda cute in a cartoony sort of way since it doesn't have any misshapen characters to go along with it. It is now in front of our house.
The box though, for this tree, is what got me. It proudly reads:
Inflate and celebrate!
Thank you Vaudeville people, because without you I might have been able to read that and not thought "blow up doll!" But, thanks to the magician and his "You have to order two with parts and holes to get two without for the magic shop" line I'll forever see "inflate" and think "plastic blowjob."
Yep.
Oh yeah, and while at Meijers I used my picture phone to snap a shot of my mom next to seven foot tall pink fuzzy footed pajamas, for the really freaking big tall womanish man in all of us, or you know, the amazon in all of us. Whichever. My mom's really short so it's a funny picture.
Last night I went out with people from choir as it was two people's birthday (Colleen's and somebody else's). It was quite quite heartening to hear that they have many of the same problems with our direction as I do--I'm not crazy! yay!
Also it was fun as hell, I wanna get invited along more often really. Sharon was telling us about Nanette, and how during "Tomorrow Shall be My Dancing Day" she sings the "Oh my, oh my, oh my" line, which goes up a scale (and alto parts often say really stupid things if taken out of context of the melody) and makes it sound like an orgasm--and uh yeah, she's *not* a kid making this joke.
hehe. I giggled like mad at that.
So that's that. I have to leave early tonight and drop off crap for Donna's Bama and such.
~me.