From the good taste and bizarre files

I was watching the beginning of the producer's cut of last week's episode of The Office on NBC's website. When the theme music started, Alex, who was playing with his trains in the floor, started humming along. As the music wound down, he paused and then quietly said, "The. Office." as if he was the narrator. But he said it at the exact moment the title appeared. He also helped me pick out a birthday card for Joe last week. His choice? One of those talking cards from Hallmark featuring The Office.

As I type, Joe is upstairs disassembling the crib at long last. Alex's new bedroom furniture arrives in the morning and he's pretty excited about it. Now all I need to do is paint his room, repaint the armoire, buy a mattress (his bed doesn't require a box spring) and get some accessories (rug, couple of lamps, odds and ends).

I figured I'd be sad to see the crib go, but I'm surprisingly unfazed. That may have something to do with the fact that Alex has probably spent more time sleeping in airplane seats than in the crib. I seriously doubt we'll bother reassembling it for the next child.

Moving right along...I don't remember posting about this, but in June 2005, Joe had taken Alex to see his parents for the weekend and I had stayed home to get some stuff done. I was reading in bed when a bat flew into the bedroom. A lot of things don't phase me, but bats squick me right the hell out. I freaked out, dove under the covers and waited. Eventually I worked up the courage to come out of hiding, determine that the bat was in another room and then barricade myself in the bedroom until I found more courage and a clue about what to do. Being the logical person I am, I called Joe. :) After about an hour, I decided I was just going to shoo the bat out or knock it out with the broom. And because I'd worked up my courage to do something, I did precisely nothing because I couldn't find the bat. It was just gone. I hoped that it had found its way out the same way it came in, but I figured I should prepare myself for the smell of dead bat. Except I never did find any trace of that damned bat.

So...guess what Joe found tonight when he retrieved the crib box from the basement?

*shudder*

Comments

[JGnirrep]

I'm shuddering right along with you... bats don't bother me, but finding a bat caracass in a box... *that* would bother me. *shudder*

I think I mentioned this when the bat incident occurred, but my mom used to get bats in her house on a fairly frequent basis. The first time it happened she called me, in NYC, 50 miles away, and left a message on my answering machine. "There's a bat in my hooouuuuuuseeeee! Help!" What she thought I could do, I have no idea, since I a) wasn't home, b) lived an hour's drive from her and c) had no car, so it would actually be more like 2 hours before I could get there.

If that wasn't bad enough, the next time a bat got in her house she called me again.... in South Carolina... *700* miles away. Oh, and did I mention my sister lives five miles from her?