Many of the conversations around our house end in G sighing deeply and shaking his head.
Some examples:
Me: You know what would be amazing? Building a chess set out of taxidermied squirrels.
G: How did I wind up married to the Janitor? *sigh* *head shake*
Me: Not that you will, but just in case you want to use the pink toothbrush on my nightstand, don’t.
G: Um, ooooh….kay.
Me: Just because I used it to brush the squirrel.
G: *sigh* *head shake*
Me: O.M.G. If I get this taxidermied peacock, we can name him Mr. Peabody.
G:
Me: Z.O.M.G. Then, if we could find a taxidermied peahen, she could be Mrs. Peabody. Then, when we have guests, we can say, *old timey speak* “Come on in. The Peabodies are already here, they’re in the living room.”
G:
Me: I think Mr. Peabody would be a haberdasher. We can put him on a perch, surrounded by wee hats on wee hat stands. He would model the hats, of course.
G: *sigh* *head shake*
Hmmm. Now that I think about it, most of these conversations also start with taxidermy. I might be on to something here.
[…] for the toothbrush I use for my taxidermy. That’s with my taxidermy stuff. (I then recount the conversation with G about my taxidermy toothbrush. Before I finish:) K: Did G shake his head and sigh? Me: Yeah. Oh, then there’s the […]