The Silver Man

My sister Daphne is smart, sweet, funny, and dresses to the nines.  She works for a large, high-class company known for top-notch brands and high prices.  Her expertise knows one limit, the art of gift giving.

Daphne, love you darling, but last Christmas was a crap shoot.

I got a small purple wallet-thingy.

 A board that you can draw on with water and then it disappears (it's cardboard and an expensive alternative to the Etch A Sketch, but not as fun).

And a 12" tall articulated silver man.

I think I did an okay job of pretending that I really liked the gifts, and I took them back to the Best Coast graciously.

So, when Daphne and Lori came to visit, I thought I should take the little statuette out and put him on display.  Hence, The Silver Man.  

Lori was kind enough to tell Daphne it was a weird gift, and we laughed about the little man for a little while.  We also told Daphne she didn't have to listen to her boss when it comes to getting gifts for the whole family.  Nor does she need to buy them at her place of employment.

After Daphne and Lori left, I couldn't find The Silver Man anywhere.  

Later that night, Jim said, "Clumsy, do you know where I found The Silver Man?"

"Nope, not a clue."

Jim:  "In the fridge.  I found him in the fridge."

I burst out laughing.  My sister and I totally have the same sense of humor.  Hiding funny things around the house, little pranks like spiders in the bed, they are the BEST.

"My sister and I kind of have this thing about hiding things in funny places.  Glad she finds the humor in her weird gift."

"It kind of looks like an Oscar."

"That's what it was good for til now.  I would practice with it in front of the mirror...I'd like to thank the Academy..."

"Nice."

I took The Silver Man out of the fridge and put it on the coffee table in the living room.  Over the course of the week, I moved it around (you can move the arms and legs), and put it in funny positions all around the living room.

Over the weekend (one week before the bumping of the foreheads), I decided to put The Silver Man on the ledge overlooking Jim's bed.  

Text message:  There is a silver peeping Tom in my room, Clumsy.  Think you may know him.

Two days later, I awoke with a fright.  I swore there was a knife in my bed.  Nope...The Silver Man...

Email to Jim.  Re:  I got some action...

...a small Silver Man was in my bed last night.

I put it in the shower we share, in the soap holder.  It got to see Jim naked.  Lucky.

He put it in my oatmeal.

I put it on the toaster, holding the bread, about to jump down a slide of noodles.

Then, The Silver Man disappears.  Disappears 5 days before the big trip and 3 days before the big kiss.

I'm thinking, I wonder if Jim is going to take The Silver Man on the trip abroad?  That would be hilarious.  He could take pictures of it all over in different parts of the world.  Kind of like a mascot.  If he takes it on the trip, he would be thinking of me...

********* to be continued *************