For the first time since I started blogging I have absolutely no shortage of blog topics that I want to tackle. I’m hard at work on fantabulous posts and I honestly can’t decide which one I want to finish first.
Unfortunately, I can’t find the USB cable to download the complementing photos from my Droid and the Chiclet-sized memory card it uses won’t fit in my “All-in-One” card reader. So, you’re stuck with this post until tomorrow, at which time a relentless daily barrage will commence.
Fair warning. This post is arguably the most pointless addition to the Internet since Kitty Cat Dance.
Have you ever noticed a goofy pattern, design, or oddity in a carpet, painting, or piece of furniture and then, ever since, habitually lock eyes with that goofy pattern, design, or oddity every time you look in its direction?
That’s the phenomenon I’m experiencing with our living room carpet right now.
My wife and I were having an uber-serious conversation on the couch and when she turned to ask me what I thought, I paused, looked into her eyes, and said, “Did you know we have the Grinch Who Stole Christmas in our rug?”
Probably NOT the most appropriate response for the moment and certainly not the reply she was looking for, but I was captivated. I don’t ever remember thinking, “man, she’s gonna be fascinated by this,” but a power mightier than me had taken control of my mouth.
Just as the Grinch had taken gifts away from all the Who’s in Whoville, he had now taken my attention away from my wife. He really IS a mean one. A crooked jerky jockey overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable.
So, am I crazy? Look at the following photo and tell me, do you see the Grinch?
I’ll give you hint Dr. Suess style:
Look in our rugoozle to the right of the bazoozle.
Beneath the green whahoozle but above the square gafoozle.
For the unimaginative, I’ve added a close-up and a Grinch photo for reference below.
If you did spot the Grinch, can you not see why I was so distracted?
Every time I walk across this rug, I see nothing but Grinch. It’s like my eyes are sucked in by tractor beam. You’re probably rolling your eyes at my neurosis over this rug, but I can promise you this. If you ever visit our home, you know it’ll be the first thing you see.
As I said, there’s no real point to this post. I just thought I’d provide a little glimpse into the kind of nonsense that makes me tick. And the kind of nonsense that drives my wife insane.