I just came home and my next door neighbor was sitting on the front porch with two of his buddies. He’s a nice guy and has helped us schlep things before so I went over to tell him about the yard sale tomorrow. He asked what we’re selling. I mentioned the kitchen things, the tools, the cyclops head.
“A cyclops head?”
“And a beaver costume.”
His eyes widened and he bounced up onto his toes. “Really? Like–” he gestures at himself as if trying to find the words.
“Yes, for an adult. A full suit. With a tail.”
“Wow.”
“Do you want to see it?”
“Do I!”
So I lead three slightly inebriated young men, in their early twenties, back to the house to look at my beaver. Costume. My beaver costume. He tried it on–see what I mean about impossible to discuss without sounding dirty? He tried on my beaver, but it was a little tight. He and his friends thought the tail was fine.
Tomorrow’s yard sale should be interesting.
*blinks*
Your sense of humour is fantastic, Mary.
Completely off topic, and just ‘cos I saw it to the left there, where do you get your progress bars from? I’m about to do a new website (hence mine is offline at the moment) and want something cool like them!
I’m laughing so hard there are tears in my eyes. I have a problem with a real beaver–he’s building his house in the middle of my stream-side flower garden.
Do you suppose your costume could be used as a decoy?
Blargh! If I knew your address, I’d bill you for the windex used and the damage done to my keyboard for tea and jam spilled onto/into it. Curses.
Very funny, too!
If I were at the yard sale, I’d most likely walk around and shout, “Nice beaver, Mary!” eevery so often. No doubt your husband would come along and smack me with the rake or weedwacker he’s looking to get rid of.
Funny stuff.
Oh, as if you’re even TRYING not to sound dirty…
LMAO.
You’ll all be happy to know that a young man bought the beaver costume today. He was, in fact, ecstatic to find it because he was going to–I could not make this up–a BYOB party. A Bring Your Own Beaver party.
Yeah. I didn’t believe him either. But then his girlfriend walked up and said, “Cool! Are you wearing it to the party tonight?” And confirmed that, yes, they have a filmmaker friend who was throwing a BYOB party that evening.
The world is a strange, strange place.
The snorting giggle-fit brought on by that post actually summoned The Boy from the other room to see whether or not I was going to survive. I haven’t laughed that hard since you told the Puppet Story at WFC 🙂
Gigi: I am sorry to have caused The Boy to worry, but I’m glad you enjoyed my sordid tale.
This is the second time I’ve read this entry. I laughed again. Your sense of humour does sound oddly familiar. I think you’d get along with my friends