All of the day’s chores had been put to bed here at the Fuzzmop household. We’d settled in to the quiet moments of the evening. I sat down at my computer and began flipping through pages and blogs, seeing what was going on in the world. Kenny sauntered over next to me, put his arm around me and looked in to the glow of my monitor beside me. When I glanced up at him, I could see that he was kind of making eyes at me. I smiled and said,
“Do you want to see the coolest thing ever?”
“Sure. What is it?” he asked.
Usually when I ask an open-ended question like that there is a slight hesitation in his voice that to the acute listener might sound like fear. I don’t know whether I caught him off guard or if he was completely distracted by the intent he was harboring in his hey, hey, hey it’s sexytime eyes, but he didn’t waver. He almost sounded excited to find out what it was. My guess is he thought I’d saved a link to something delicious and wonderful to get him riled up.
With that, I scrolled down through my list of bookmarks and pulled up what could only be described as maximum awesomeness. Behold:
The pimped out megaphone helmet. Yes, that right, that’s what I said.
Have there ever been three words that belonged together more? No. Exactly!
“That’s retarded,” Kenny deadpanned as he began to walk away from me.
“What?!? What are you talking about? That’s so awesome!” I said.
From down the hall I heard, “Don’t think you can ride around singing. And… acting like a fool with that thing on. Someone is going to shoot you.”
Bravo, megaphone helmet idea person. You, my friend are a visionary. A true artist.