Unrequested Blessings

I want it.

I want it.

This gentleman was brought into the office yesterday as part of a box full of stuff for the bazaar.  I like it.  I want it.  I intend to purchase it.  I don’t know who he is but he looks like the God of Eye-Rolling Disapproval to me. 

During our 20 years of marriage my husband and I have had a series of running “jokes” and I suspect his little wooden gent will feature prominently in our future.

Our traditional gag is now known within our family as The Joke.  It involves slowly driving away when someone attempts to get into the car, stopping while they walk up to the door again, and then driving off once more.  It is a sad day indeed when no one pulls that one.  Now my kids are driving The Joke has found its way further afield and it’s nice to see our legacy spread like ripples on a pond.

Another favorite is this thing.  Recently we acquired this as part of a prize – WE LOVE IT.  Oh the joy of asking Chris if he needs a hand when carrying something insanely heavy and then offering him this.  It’s extendable too so when I ask him for a hand in the kitchen, he can irritate me with it without even leaving his chair.  He is currently learning to use it to put on his glasses in the hope that one day he can present a speech in front of his colleagues while repeatedly removing and replacing said glasses with the freaky hand – just to see what happens.  Laughter?  An uncomfortable atmosphere?  Determined stony faced silence?  Both of us like to poke people with a stick (or in this case, a hand on a stick) and try and get a response of some kind. 

As for this eye rolling chap, I have great plans.  Chris has a bit of an issue with statues of any kind and this one is a doozy!  He will appear behind Chris as he works and I’ll find a way to move him slowly closer at five minute intervals.  I may have to take a day off work for that one.  Just so Chris is sure there’s no one home but himself.  I can hardly wait!  I will put him in place of Chris’ breakfast cereal for an early morning shock.  I will tuck him into bed where I should be to greet Chris in the morning.  I may even manage to place him just ‘so’ in the car – for a cheap laugh every time Chris looks in his rear view mirror.  Oh the possibilities! 

It’s the small things in life that make the biggest difference.  I know the things that annoy me most in the people I love are the things I miss most when they’re not around.  Now the weather has changed and darkened and I’m in the grip of winter gloom these are the silly things that brighten my days.  I am truly blessed to have such an abundance of annoying people in my life.  I hope you are too!

Flower Pearson