Tata Tutu

It has been pouring rain lately so I decided it might be a good idea to replace my drain spout (I haven’t had a good spout for about two years). Sleepless and I went to the local hardware store where we were immediately greeted by the manager. He asked if he could help us find something and, coincidentally, we were by the bulbs (and I needed bulbs) so I told him we were looking for bulbs – three-way to be specific. “You want a three-way?” asked the manager. “Yes, yes I do, maybe two,” I replied. “Well do you want natural lighting or dimmed?” he followed up. So sweet of him to be so romantic long before we’ve reached the tile aisle.

We got the bulbs, flexible spout, and headed back to my house. Upon return, Sleepless and I took the flexible spout outside. After pulling the hose as hard as we could – in an attempt to maximize the returns – we tried attaching it to the existing spout. Unfortunately, it was not big enough. Looks like size does matter.

We went inside to share our dilemma with Dr. BJ and Passed The Sniff Test, but they both appeared to be more concerned about costume ideas for Friday night’s party (yes, Halloween party number two is coming up). After we searched ideas online for a bit, I decided to grab my costume boxes. Dr. BJ was excited, “I’ve got one of these at home, but I’ve never gone through anybody else’s box.” “Why thank you Dr. BJ – I appreciate the excitement you are experiencing in my box.” I responded, “If Tree finds out he’ll be so mad – he has wanted in this box forever!”

As Sleepless and Passed The Sniff Test perused the box they found an incredible pink tutu. Passed The Sniff Test decided to try it on and keep it on, “I’m man enough to wear a pink tutu.” He is and it did look nice with his Lamb of God t-shirt, cargo shorts and sneakers. “Ah, you look great in your tattoo,” Sleepless told him. “It’s not a tattoo,” he corrected her. “It’s a tutu.” “Tutu, tattoo, tomato,” I piped in.

A few photos later, Passed The Sniff Test was preparing to go home and, as he was leaving it was as if striptease  music was playing in his head. He took a quick glance around the room, whipped off the tutu and said, “Tata tutu!”

Yes, tata, tattoo, tutu, tomato, three-way, flexible hose, and my box(es). This rainy day and Monday definitely did not get us down. Tata!