When I was sick a friend of ours was so sweet to bring me a card and a balloon to cheer me up:
Yes, I agree, it is a bit creepy but it’s the thought that counts? Right? Unfortunately, this size-accurate balloon monster scares the ever-loving crap out of:
When it first entered the house Henry seemed a bit confused and unsettled. He is usually a bit skittish as a rule so we didn’t think anything of it. After all, he’d never really had much experience with a balloon, so he’d need time to adjust? I went back to reading blogs and John went back into his office and all of the sudden I heard a strangle grumbling sound coming out of my normally quiet and sweet-natured (albeit skittish) dog! He was growling! Since he positioned himself directly in front of me on the couch I can only assume he was protecting me from the crazy floating pixie that had now taken residence in HIS living room. I immediately text-messaged John in the next room (he can’t hear me screaming while he has his headphones on so if I ever break my leg we’d better better hope and pray he has his cell phone on vibrate in his pocket). After we made fun of the poor dog for a while we repositioned Tink in the guest room where she can’t hurt anyone. And she’s been there ever since.
And speaking of the guest room, it got a major facelift on Monday!! Wanna come over and stay with us? Please? We have a television in there, with working remotes and everything, and seasons 1,2,3, and 5 of Alias. And books, Harry Potter ones. And room in the closet so you can hang stuff up.
So really, when are you coming over?