Sunday, October 31, 2010

Play With Your Own Toys!

This past week I was doing up a parcel headed for a gal in Australia.  I've made some great friends through blogging and she is one of them.  Let's call her Candy. As I was putting things in the box I remembered something else I had for her.

During our many email conversations, Candy wanted to know all about the dreaded moose.  She wanted to know how big they were, if I had ever seen one, etc.  While #2 and I were out shopping I came upon a moose Christmas ornament.  I thought Candy would get a kick out of it so I bought it for her.

When I showed it to Hubby he thought it was a reindeer, not a moose. " Oh, yes it is." I affirmed. " There were reindeer there too.  This is definitely a moose."  Hubby proceeded to hang the moose up on the pot rack.  He's artsy that way.  I left it there because then I would know where it was, I reasoned.

Back to the parcel packing. Here's what happened:

Where's the moose? I asked, looking up at the pot rack.

Ah, I broke it.  Shame faced, from his comfy chair.

You what?  I sputtered.

I broke it.

You did not. Now, where is it?

I broke it, I said.

You're just teasing. Now, where is it?

No, I really did break it.

How did you do that?  I kept my head down.  I was trying not to laugh.

Well, I had the fly swatter out the other day and I clipped the antler on the moose and it broke off.  I tried two types of glue but it just won't stick.

I burst out laughing.  Now what am I gonna do?

I'll get another type of glue and try to fix it.

I'm not going to send her a broken moose!

Well, get her another one.

I can't.  I bought it in Maine.  I confess.  It was an American moose.  Well, actually a Chinese moose.  So there you have it.  No moose for Candy. From the Land Down Under.   I'm thinking of sending Hubby to her instead.


An Urban Cottage said...

Maybe she could pretend it's a unicorn?

Make mine Mid-Century said...

You're one funny lady, Deb.

You never told me dreaded moose have such lovely teeth!

L said...

oh dear you too, oh dear.

Jemjoop said...

Oh hubby tsk tsk. What can you do. If it makes you feel any better I think that is a reindeer too :D

Jayme, The Coop Keeper said...

Oh send her the broken moose! That's such a cute story!

Anonymous said...

On my first several, many, trips to Maine, I would try SO hard to find a moose. My husband and would hike in the woods, in swamps, around name it, we've been there and done it; however, we never did see a moose. Then one day when we were living up there, we were just driving down the road and there was a giant moose standing right there in the middle of the road. I did all that hiking for nothing!!!

Sorry about your moose.

Sweet Bee Cottage said...

What a great story. So, do you really see moose much? I didn't think they were in your part of the country as much but it's been a few years since I took my Canadian geography course.