While we're off flitting around California, training mollusk handlers, my mom is usually the one who gets stuck taking care of our cats (and picking up our mail, and collecting the dragons for Rosemary to carry all over the house once more. After our last big shopping spree at Toscano Online, she's been noticing all the additional dragon and gargoyle things that we've scattered around the house. The dragon on the roof is a bit hard to miss when you drive up, but there are other things, like the gargoyles on the computer monitors and of course the gargoyle soap dishes, that's she's only just starting to notice.
Recently she sent me an email, mainly to let me know that a large box from Amazon had arrived (hooray – half our Christmas shopping is done!). As usual she gave me the latest cat report, letting me know which cats she's spotted (she's learned this tends to ease my panic since there have been weeks when certain cats go deep into hiding, and since said cats are on the older side, my paranoid little brain immediately starts worrying about them curling up somewhere sick or worse). She also took this opportunity to tease me about our latest additions to the house decor, and suggested that maybe we were taking this dragon thing a little too far, and perhaps it had slid over the line into that area called "obsession".
I told Richard this, and he didn't disappoint me. He promptly replied that we're not obsessed about dragons. Yet. Because if we *were* obsessed about dragons, we'd get one of those huge metal dragon sculptures for the front yard. Or better yet, paint the house with dragon scales.
I dunno about the dragon sculpture. After all, that'd be hard for the gardener to mow around. But scales on the house. Hmm. That could be seriously cool…
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