I once posted something that had a mention of condoms toward the end and someone (I forget who) got mad because they'd looked at it with their kid. Come to think of it, this may have happened to someone else. But it's still relevant. So here I am clearly stating: don't read this blog post with your kids. And, if you are rattled by my mentioning condoms, you may just want to scroll on by even if you are a big person.
For those of you who are still there (anyone?) I want to tell you that...Peter made Thai Chicken again. I had to borrow money from my boss. Peter got the AC fixed, and Max got a new rawhide. That's what I did on day 49.
It is not, however, why chased away the condom people. The reason is this: in my building there are five elevators, all with drop ceiling lighting. Right? So there's a translucent plastic panel, and behind it, a light. Well, starting not today but yesterday, soneone has started cutting a particular shape out of blue paper, lifting up the panel on the drop ceiling, and sliding this shape behind it so the light illuminates this shape.
Now that, by itself is amazing. Why do it? Why choose blue paper? Why the elevator? Why why why? The amazing part is that not only is Blue Rocketship #1 in place, and has been in place ever since yesterday, in spite of hundreds of people riding the elevator, but now Blue Rocketship #2 has appeared in another elevator.
Anyway, without further adieu, here is Blue Rocketship #2:
Photo quality is not great...but do we really need it to be?
Anyway, why don't I step up (literally) and remove the offending Rocketships myself? Well, for one I am too short, and I am not interested in bringing my dining chair into the moving elevator and climbing on it. For another, I don't want to touch the rocketship because who on earth has any idea who made itand where it's been. But finally a most importantly, I want to see how long the hundreds, yes hundreds of occupants of this building (25 stories, 5 of which are hotels and some of which are businesses or offices) will collectively tolerate the Invasion ofthe Blue Rocketships.
Now that you are sufficiently traumatized, here is a gratuitoous picture of my puppy to re-equilibrialize you:
Aww, isn't he sweet? Minus 1,000 points to anyone who thought "puppy" was anything other than a baby doggie. Titus 1:15 on you!
That's the thing.