OMG… I can’t stop laughing.
I’m trying to calm myself down and be respectful but…
This fish present has me howling while my husband is ready for a divorce.
OK, let me start from the beginning:
Our good friend John O’Melvany Woods had a birthday party last weekend.
Being the person I am, I ordered a remote controlled, Air Swimming Clown Fish.
I’m sure you have seen the commercials where a young boy is easily maneuvering the bright colored fish around the house.
* Moves like a real fish
* Steers in any direction
* Easy indoor fun
Because John & Judy live on the bay I thought this would be the perfect gift from the Tribe.
First step: Fill the fish up with helium. (check)
Second step: Put the fins on. (check)
Third step: Attach the remote control device. (dahhh!!!)
This is when the ENERGY in our home changed.
Don was getting more & more exasperated while I was flitting around, taking pictures of the process, so proud of myself for finding such a cool gift. I was glad. He was mad.
It was then that I noticed the mood in the room had plummeted. You could cut the heaviness with a knife.
I thought I would call Don’s engineer friend to help. At least see if there is a problem in the mechanics.
We went to the party, and after a balance tweaking, the fish made it’s entrance.
So, what I learned from this experience is:
STOP. Don’t buy things from China that take 14 illegible steps to assemble.
STOP expecting Don to put it together without causing a dramatic dip in the NRG in out home.
Gladly the fish was a hit but…
the day after the party the fish got entangled in the ceiling fan and John now has to hire someone