Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Good Ideas

In my world, one good idea usually leads to another.  On average, the results are either fun or hilarious (and usually just plain worth it).  Then there are those rare occasions when all three merge, in combination with a near heart attack for my Mom, and I call it a successful day.

First Good Idea…Help my Mom pack the car for our road trip (quite helpful, if you ask me).

Which led to Good Idea #2…Put the keys in the ignition to open all of the windows.

Naturally leading to Idea #3…Since the windows are open, I exit the car via the windows and climb onto the roof by way of the roof racks and some fancy footwork.

Awesome Idea #4…While atop the car, the discovery of what I could see from that height led to one of my best ideas EVER.

(Now understand that my Mother was at a distinct disadvantage when she finally came upon the following scene, as she was not privy to Ideas 1-4 beforehand.)

Look closely…I am intentionally lying down and shadowed because I am about 75% sure this may be frowned upon.

 
INCREDIBLY FANTASTIC IDEA #5...Use the top of the Suburban as a platform to climb upon the top of the opened garage door (and simultaneously discover new ways to give my Mother unnecessary heart palpitations).
 
How long did it take you?  It took my Mom approximately 9 minutes (that’s like 47 hours in Mom-Time).

I heard the ever-familiar gasp of “HOLY HELL!” when she finally caught a glimpse of me lying as still as a stick-bug hiding from predators, just trying to blend with my surroundings.

After quickly snapping a photo (which she thought I didn’t see her doing) to prove to my Dad just what happens during her “easy-stay-at-home-Mom-day”, she gently coaxed me down.  I was glad to reenact each move I used to make my ascent, and give a play-by-play description of the process during the reverse descent.

Not-So-Awesome-Result…I may as well be on house arrest.  That woman has resorted to not letting me out of her sight, not even for a second.  I must now accompany her as she tries to complete her daily household tasks, while she showers, while she makes dinner, and even when she uses the toilet.  Talk about punishment!

She may take away my freedom, but she can never take away my imagination.  And where there’s a will…there’s a way!  Stay tuned.