Bep

Many of you have heard me say: "I do not collect plushy hippos anymore!" But what to do, when a plus-sixty-centimeter or two-foot furry hippo is staring at you, from a shelf above the lady's-coats-section at a local Goodwill store? Of course I tried: "NO, too large" and "NO MORE PLUSHY POS" and "NO SPACE"! But those arguments were very quickly defeated by "I believe Boris (see post: Boris), needs to have a girl friend" and "Excuse me, do I buy this for USD 4,99? What kind of question is that?" And so, Bep was accompanied to the car by my daughters, who tried not to look too embarrassed, (what is worse? People assuming it is their hippo, or knowing it is their mum's hippo?) and my parents in law, who are already far beyond the point of being surprised. Of course, Bep needed to have a bath (washing machine). It made her ears, feet and nostrils sparkly clean... minor detail: this adventure almost made her head fall off. Luckily, my mother in law is a specialist in emergency-plushy-hippo-attach-head-back-to-body-operations. Bep is as good as new... and already busy at work. Guarding our pumpkin, from evil squirrels, badgers and what-ever-else-eats-pumpkin-seeds.

 

Need to get this off my chest. It looks like this pumpkin is not going to become any larger. The package of the seeds promised 'Championship worthy Pumpkins"... whoever came up with that, must be a Minion or coming from Gulliver's Island... According to Bep, huge pumpkins are so overrated... locally-grown-organic-mini-pumpkins are the newest trend. I believe it is much more likely, our Bep had a spin or two, too many in our machine :-)...