So, while Gretchen and I suffer extreme separation anxiety (this break is the longest we’ve been apart in almost 3 months… I get panic-y when we’re apart for 2 days… what are we going to do for 10?!) you should check this blog out. It’s definitely funnier than anything we could think up to post while we’re apart.
I’m going to mentally prepare myself now… have a FANTASTIC Thanksgiving!
Mary Grace has already shared my love of chocolate, but let me tell you that the intense delight I feel walking into a Chocolate Shop is rivaled by the joy of Mary Grace in The Dollar Tree. She loves it. Each time we approach the doors I see a gleam in her eye and I wonder what in the world we will walk back out with. Past trips have included pineapple sunglasses, a bow and arrow set, and (most regrettably) a noise making plastic gun. Granted, I am as cheap as the come, but MG’s dollars are mostly well spent. Last week we told you to stay tuned. Your devotion will be rewarded with an explanation of that odd picture of me standing over our bathtub.
It all began with the purchase of a growing snake that claimed to expand up to 600% its original size in 96 hours. We were skeptical of this claim and decided to try it out.
We knew we needed to document the snake’s growth to prove the claim, so here is Day 1:
Now, you may be wondering, “Why the bathtub?”. Well, we had grand expectations for the growth of the snake and we didn’t want to cramp his style. We were also feeling devious. Here is our attempt at a devious face. (We may need to practice those…)
The bathtub idea was a little concerning for our suitemates, because they now had to share the shower with a snake. This entailed removing the snake, draining his growth medium, and then replacing our growing pet in fresh water. Although the snake had his first 96 hours in the bathroom, his constant removal and replacement hindered his growth. MG’s solution of a plastic bin under her bed turned out to be brilliant: (notice his progress!)
The snake (who remains nameless) stayed under MG’s bed for a good 4 more days, and has certainly succeeded in becoming 6xs his original size! Here MG attempts to show us that the snake is as long as her leg. If you look closely, you can see that she is actually falling in her attempts to stretch out the snake:
Oh yes- the snake is made in Virginia. From now on we will expect great things VA. Keep it up.
MG was sad that the snake was outgrowing his home:
However, the sadness quickly turned into laughter when MG fell into the bathtub. #coordinated
Don’t worry, there’s more. The last day the snake was in the bathtub was a Monday. On Mondays, our bathroom is cleaned by a College employee by the name of Ruthann. Now in our rush to get to the post office that morning, MG and I had forgotten to move our stuff out of the bathroom. Unfortunately for Ruthann, this week our stuff included a snake in the bathtub. When we got back to the room, the snake was thrown on our bathroom shelf and the tub was clean. We both felt pretty bad about this and hoped that we hadn’t accidentally scared her.
This week we made a point to apologize to Ruthann. Thankfully she was cool with it. She said, “I have bath toys too.” Whew- that was a close one.
P.S. The snake is still under MG’s bed. We have future plans for him…
Several days ago, Gretchen received an email from Student Life and Learning, informing her that the manager of Walmart wanted to focus on Veteran’s Day (as her son is a veteran) and was looking for someone to paint the windows of the store to thank vets. Because she cannot say no, Gretch agreed to do this. Kara and I agreed to assist her in this endeavor, and Monday night we braved the cold to create an eagle mural. You may be thinking to yourself… “Why did they have the brave the cold? The inner lobby of Walmart is heated…” This is true, normally. However, we just so happened to choose the same day and time as a crew of construction workers who were replacing the doors leading into Walmart, and were thus unexpectedly exposed to the bitter cold. Of course this would happen to us… It was alright though, because we are troopers. (And because we got free gloves from Walmart, ha.)
So, armed with paint, brushes, and a (sort of) clean slate of 4 giant windows, we got to work. Well actually… Gretchen got to work, and Kara and I waited until we could add on to Gretchen’s amazing eagle without having to freehand anything.
(See that construction worker in the background? Well he wasn’t the only one… the entire time we were painting the windows from the inside, there was a man working directly on the other side of the glass. It was awkward, but also mildly hilarious every time we accidentally made eye contact.)
Can’t say I’ve ever done anything like that before, and likely won’t ever again. All in all, it was a cold, but fun experience. I don’t have a picture of the finished product, so you’ll have to hit up Walmart before Veteran’s day to check it out.
Oh, also… here’s a quote from the night:
“Can I please be on your blog?! I’ll say something funny!!” – Kara
GREEN ALERT, GREEN ALERT. Alpha the Betta fish to Japan, Base 9. The humans have again failed in serving me and my 1 gallon cell is coated with a despicable slime. If the underlings would only move me out of the wretched rays of the sun, this problem would be prevented… But I think one of the humans who sits at my desk likes to stare at me. Creep. Sometimes the sound waves that make it past my plastic prison indicate that they think I am sick. I am. I am sick of their weirdness. They have an odd routine that interrupts my circadian rhythm, and at times their odd noises of laughter are more obnoxious than a whale’s mating call. After gathering information from my fellow prisoner, the humidifier Paolo (see below for photo identification), I am convinced we are in an odd bubble that the humans term “College”. I have yet to think of a way out. Paolo just blows off steam every night and tries to control his anger. This is all I have to report. I am a fighting fish. I will survive.
Paolo the Humidifier
Two minutes after finding a trail of blood coming from the bathroom to our room (and blaming the cleaning lady), Gretchen realized that the source of the blood was her own foot. Here she is attempting to mend things.
And me… just drinking my water and surfing the internet. Go big or go home, right?
Also, stay tuned for more on this:
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