Bumble has eluded me for almost two days. I finally located him, and I’m still scratching my head about it.
The other day at CVS, I saw one of those head massager things. Do you know of these? They look like a metal whisk that got busted at the bottom and the law prongs dipped in plastic. Kinda scary looking to be honest, but they feel ah-maaaaazing. I purr like a cat if my husband takes pity on me and massages my scalp.
Apparently Bumble found it and tried to massage his wee furry head.
He looks stupid.
You know how it is – long day, you’re dead tired and just want to go crash in the bed. You’re dreaming of that perfect spot where you find both warmth and coolness in the sheets. You walk into the bedroom, kick of your shoes, dress for bed, SO ready to dive in…
…only there’s a furry little bastard already in your spot!
At times, I annoy my husband with my Pinteresting.
Christmas is one of those times.
So I made these huge red snowflakes out of jumbo popsicle sticks a few years ago, and every year I hang one on each door in the house. They make a clackity-clack noise every time you open or shut the door which drives him bananas.
Apparently it’s driving Bumble crazy as well, because it seems he was attempting to remove one and got hung up.
Serves him right.
You don’t mess with a woman’s decorations.