This guy . . . I forgot to tell you about him last night. He looks kind of awful; that’s because when Summer and I were in the general room of the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse by the room divider, which is actually up against a real wall, I reached for him while saying, “Hey, let’s decorate the Colt.” And his helmet fell off. Right on the floor. We laughed.
hahahahahahahahhahaahaha. We are not kind; last year we called him “loser boy.” Okay, I started it, but the others picked it up.
We decided to glue his helmet back on – only we couldn’t find the Gorilla super glue and had to use regular Gorilla glue. First Summer attempted to reattach some skin (flesh-colored paint) on his forehead and the piece broke into several littler pieces that had no intention of sticking. So we went on to the helmet and the head. Noticing Summer had put quite a lot of glue on the helmet, something clicked in the back of my mind . . . but didn’t reach the front until the moment she was going to put helmet and head together. “Put him upside down or the glue will run on his face,” I yelled. Good thought, Grandma. But, uh, when I was in the kitchen making a crunchy foldover and getting a Diet Coke, I noticed glue had overflowed the helmet and run down the outside and he was . . . gluing himself to the counter. I called the surgeon and she pulled him off the counter – but his helmet flew off as she turned him upright and hit the floor again.
So he dried standing up and this is what happened in close-up. Gotta love the tip of the nose glue drip.
Loser Boy.
(Sorry, that was cruel . . . very cruel . . . heartless . . . unkind–What the heck; he gets millions.)
