Most days he succeeds. Sometimes it a chuckle or a giggle. Sometimes it's a groaning eye roll.
And then some days, it's a serious guffaw or a side-splitting howl.
Last week, a friend of mine (let's call her Carla) send me a ceramic sculpture that she had made for me. There was a tray, a saucer, a giant mug, and some decorative items. There was was a light gray mouse perched on the edge of the mug, then another light gray mouse and a dark gray mouse attached to the tray.
And then there was food. Three cookies: chocolate chip, oatmeal, and peanut butter; and two little loaves of bread.
Well, some of the pieces broke loose in shipping, so I asked my husband if he had any glue. He took the whole thing into the garage and put things back in order.
I came home from errands last Saturday, put down my bags, and saw that the sculpture was sitting on the dining room table. "Oh, he finished gluing it," I thought. I took a closer look.
This is what I saw:
And I laughed myself silly. Hearty guffaws.
See, he put dark glasses on the mice ... three blind mice.
They're paper glasses and they're taped on so they're easily removable. But for right now, they're staying in place, because I think it's hysterical.
And Bob says he hopes Carla thinks it's funny, too.
