25 February 2006

Berry Decoration

One of the differences between women and men is put in the spotlight when it comes to the decoration of the home. Say, take a bunch of branches from a tree, possibly a bush, filled with dried red berries, tie it to a nail on the wall and suddenly the room is brought to life. Men wouldn't have thought of that in a million years, the best we have come up with is the stuffed heads of animals we have killed while drinking beer.
Well, the wife thought our wall in the living room needed to taste the hand of "The Decorator". So we have one of those dried berry thingy branches on our wall and you only have to raise an eyebrow (not to mention high-legged farts) before the berries loose their grip and drop to the floor. We find those berries everywhere.
The other day I found a berry floating in the toilet-bowl, don't know how it got there but there it was. Despite three days of flushing and other unspeakable hardship it's still there. I have named it: "Unsinkable Molly".

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