First, the expected: TV and computer cables, various lenses and camera accessories, two workout videos (I put in the cart and then completely forgot about), a Lego something or other for Sky, and a princess DVD for Pink--all proof that we need to clear the unpurchased items from our cart from time to time.
Next came the slightly more unusual. My favorite was the Budget Life-Size Skull. Like I always say, if you're going to buy a skull, you should definitely get it at a bargain price. In a close second? The Famemaster 4D-Vision Human Male Reproductive Anatomy Model. I guess the 4D in the name means that this male anatomy model will carry you away to the fourth dimension, and to be honest, I'm not sure how I feel about that.
|The Famemaster 4D-Vision Human Male Reproductive Anatomy Model. What more could you ask for?|
I'm thinking these items made their way into our shopping cart around the time of Ren's back surgery last summer. He was on some pretty serious narcotics for pain and may not have been in his right mind. That was about the same time this showed up:
|We call him "Scully," but we're open to suggestions.|
(Pause for effect.)
HAHAHAHA. Who am I kidding? You've all been reading this blog long enough to know Ren does all the vacuuming! Actually, I'm mostly opposed to the skeleton because he further clutters an already cluttered space. Plus, you can't even dress him. I tried. Nothing fits over his bolts and screws.
He can't even rock a cool hat. And, really, what's the point of having a skeleton if you can't snaz him up a bit?
In other news, Pink continues to vie for the distinction of being the oddest member of our family (and given the previous story, that's saying a lot). Besides singing to the birds each morning as she walks to the garage--something she refers to as "teaching her class" -- she also seems to think she sees her "students" out around town. If they didn't show up for ''class" that morning, she gives them a strong dressing down. Yesterday, she rushed to get out of the car because she wanted to talk to the squirrel and couldn't begin to fathom why he fled when he saw her coming. Then today, on our way to dance class, she transmitted a message to the teddy bear she forgot at home by "sending it on the wings of the butterflies." It's not spring here, so I'm assuming butterflies south of the equator must have done the job. How else would she have heard back from her bear so quickly?
I try to ask about these things but she always looks at me like I'm the crazy one.
Scully's become just one of the family, and now I can't imagine life with out him. Just look:
|You're never too old (or dead) for a pacifier.|
First image from Amazon.com