Long ago when I was but a wee freshman in college and reveling in my newfound spudd queen status, my dear friend K enchanted all of us with an e-mailed poem entitled "EEEEEEK! Bats!" This creative expression was inspired by concurrent and clearly traumatic encounters with a wayward bat and multiple mice at home during spring break. I couldn't help but wonder how she would have responded had we been subjected to this.
Meanwhile, as K is someone who has certain issues with clowns and mimes (and, I might add, is well justified in that), she will no doubt be convinced that someone in the cosmos is having a little fun with my officemate (O) on behalf of all past victims of vile costumed performers. O has been armtwisted by the in-laws into throwing a way-too-big (as in so big you need to RENT the location) party for her child's first birthday and committed herself (heh) to a circus theme before actually trying to shop for the supplies. Now she is struggling to find party stuff consistent with the theme. Yesterday, she wanted to know why she couldn't find "just some simple stuff with clowns on it--doesn't anybody sell kids' party supplies with clowns?" Why? Why indeed?
Too bad I'm not invited--I've already picked out the perfect gift!
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