Yes, that really is a pineapple. Turns out fruit with semi-hard shells make fairly good flower vases. Who knew?
No, I’m not bored. I don’t believe in getting bored. I believe in getting creative.
Like the time me and my sister went to surprise a friend. She didn’t know we were coming, and it was her birthday, so Kristi and I wanted to do something extra special. All the normal ideas like silly string and decorating rooms (or cars) in the middle of the night seemed too . . . well, boring. This had to be something different - something original.
That’s when we spotted the zucchinis. Actually, my mom had just picked them out of the garden and, having a surplus, suggested that we take a couple to our friend. Ha! It was the perfect birthday gift. Almost. But first for a few bits of string, a button or two, crepe paper, and a little fringe. Several intensely-creative minutes later, the zucchinis were transformed into this:
Proudly toting our Indian princess and Arab sheik out to the car, Kristi and I started on our way. It was a long drive, and I suppose our creativity hadn’t quite exhausted itself yet. So happened we had a guitar in the car with us. Which was good, cause we needed a song. A zucchini love song, so the Arab sheik could sing of his undying love for the Indian princess. It was way better than VeggieTales. We wrote it on the drive over, belting it out in true Opera style with the windows rolled down.
Now all that was left was the actual execution of the plan. We pulled into our friend’s house at 11:00 at night. Well, and “pulled in” is a bit too general a word. What we actually did was turn off the lights, park the car in the ditch down the road, and sneak up to the house, Indian princess, Arab sheik, and guitar in hand. And a note reading, “We just wanted to say . . .” Then we called the house. Told our friend there was a Fedex package waiting for her on the doorstep, and could she please come collect it at once?
When our friend was finally convinced to open the door, there was the Indian princess and the Arab sheik with their happy little note between them. And just then Kristi and I (who were cleverly hiding behind a tree) broke out the guitar and started belting out our zucchini love song at the top of our lungs.
So, there you have it. I’m not bored. I like to think of it as having one too many hyper-active creativity brain cells. Just be glad that most of you don’t live within driving range.
