Wreath Whoops

Hahahaha! Okay, so Cameron, Chris and I were standing in the hallway outside my apartment (Cameron lives across the hall from me) and we were quasi-laughing at my old lady neighbor's wreath hanging on her door. We're standing there kind of staring at it and it dawns on me that the overly-large and completely bare wreath has a string of Christmas lights attached to it. Not only that, but the wreath is hanging treacherously from her doorknocker by the end of the cord on the string of lights. Mind you, the lights are not plugged in, so we are talking about a large naked wreath with a string of old, unused lights awkwardly wrapped around it. Of course, since I have to touch EVERYTHING I see, I went up to the wreath and kind of jostled it a little bit, just to see what would happen. You know where this is going, right...the wreath CRASHED to the ground in one fell swoop. I backed away with my hands up, as if to alleviate responsibility from myself. We all stood there for kind of a dumb second or two, looking around like we had been caught with our hands in a cookie jar. At least, this is how I manifested my feelings at the time. I absolutely refused to put the wreath back on the door, because of course she would have opened her door the NANOSECOND I attempted to reattach the godawful wreath. And that would have been quite an interesting explanation. **Editor's note: After reading this post, Chris demanded I mention that he swooped in to gallantly save the day and reattach the wreath. So, from me to you, Chris: I Thank God for your supreme superhero likeness. :-)

On a side note...the other day, Chris noticed that the plastic white bird that had previously been cutely perched in MY appropriately sized & wonderfully decorated wreath had gone mysteriously missing. Who in HECK steals a plastic 3" bird from someone's CHRISTMAS WREATH???? I mean, it's not like it could be re-gifted. Or even used as a cat toy. Revenge, p'raps? By a certain elderly woman whose wreath was violated? The truth will forever remain unknown...

Airport awesomeness

Amazingly awkward conversation Chris and I had while waiting for our (delayed) plane to arrive at Chicago O'Hare airport:

2 small children who don't know each other were playing "Ring Around the Rosey" nearby, very loudly and cutely, among a throng of 176 passengers waiting to board flight 730 to BWI.

"That's so cute!" I said. Chris looked over at the two kids and nodded.

"That's funny, they just met and they're already playing together!" I exclaimed. "I wish adults could do that. I think WE should start playing with random strangers in the airport."

Insert long, awkward pause.

"Hmm", I added, somewhat hastily. "That sounded really, really wrong."

A nearby passenger burst into laughter.

"Well, honey," Chris retorted, "At least you didn't say we should play with strange CHILDREN in the airport."

I really think we should work on our quiet voices.