My latest woodworking project so far:
I realize there's absolutely nothing funny about this, unless you count the fact that I have no idea at all how to play a guitar.
I did see something oddly humorous on the way home the other day. I was on a twisty back road that follows a creek and when I came around a corner, I saw the biggest stuffed animal I've ever seen in my life. It had to be almost 6 feet tall, and it was just sitting there in the woods.
It's hard to tell from the scale, but that's a pretty big tree he's leaning against. I am about 5'6 or so, and this thing was as tall as I was.
I can just picture the conversation that led to this unfortunate abandonment:
Dad: "Stacy! Daddy's home! And he brought you a birthday present."
Stacy: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! GO WAY! GO WAY!"
Dad (to Mom): "You said she wanted a big stuffed dog, right?"
Mom: "Yes, I did say "big" -- but I didn't mean "bigger than me." If it fell on her, she would probably be crushed to death. She's only 3, Jim."
Dad: "Stacy, the big fido doggie likes you, see? [thrusting the giant dog's giant head at the little girl.]
Mom: "Jesus Jim, get rid of it will you? She's going to shit herself."
Dad: "The store isn't going to take it back. They have a policy against that."
Mom: "I don't care if you bring it back or toss the frigging thing on the side of the road, just get it the hell out of here before she passes out."
Dad: "Fine. Fuck it. I'm going out for a beer."
I think there's a lesson here for giant stuffed animals and parents everywhere.