We stopped by my parent’s house for a visit. Per usual, I ended up in the ‘annex’ (the basement) looking through the strange treasures that have found their resting place. And for the first time, I began to question why my parents had certain items in their basement.
For example, a giant plywood cactus, decorated with Christmas lights.
Mom-‘Your baby brother needed it for something’.
Me-‘So, why do you still have it?’
Mom-‘He said he might need it again.’
This, of course was coming from a woman who was wearing what appears to be a mouse hat while beating on a drum.
And her weird entourage supported her statement. You can see why I feel incredibly alone sometimes.
I tried to come to grips with the fact that baby brother might still need this dragon mask.
…and this broken hula hoop.
… and this laser tag helmet.
But a snow white costume? This must have some explanation, I say.
Mouse Head-‘Baby brother wore it to school once’.
That was all the information I wanted to know about that subject.
Bagpipes. Yep. Weird.
The same could be said for the sombrero. Although it seems a little more normal.
But the duct tape duck? Definitely not normal, so I had to ask.
Mouse Head-‘That was for baby brother’s Duct Tape Birthday Party’.
Apparently, so were the duct tape chaps.
But this? A string of Rambo bullets? The Mouse Head shrugged.
And this construction barrel? Mouse head laughed and shrugged again. So I gave up wondering they ‘why’ of the situation and just enjoying the weirdness of it all.
I mean, look at what I am dealing with. It’s amazing I haven’t needed more therapy.