Scott and I went shopping in the local hardware store, just to look at the Christmas decorations.
He’s fascinated with all the lights, bows and the wreaths that sparkle.
He is also notorious for buying everything he needs, rather than dig out them out from the garage boxes.
Scott's the kind of shopper these stores pray for.
I went straight to the inflatables.
I love the cheesy-looking, fan blowing, pop up inflatables.
I got hooked on inflatables when we lived in Okinawa, Japan.
We bought two six-foot, green Christmas trees with attached ornaments, bows with presents underneath. They were the talk of the neighborhood and it made my Christmas.
When we packed them to move, one tree’s fan died.
I always thought somewhere we could find a replacement to resurrect it, but that would mean having to find them in the garage.
The garage is an abyss.
Anyone entering it must wear flashlight headgear and a rope attached to the victim’s waist so that she can be pulled out.
Scott promised that during the Thanksgiving weekend, we would enter the abyss and find my trees, but so far, I haven't seen them.
I became enthralled with the inflatables above my head.
I had never seen so many Santa variations.
There was a nativity scene, a big Snowman, Santa and reindeer playing poker, a six-foot penguin, a minivan with elves hanging out of the windows and Santa opening the door to throw up. (The last one was teetering on the top shelf, so Santa looked like he was carsick… it could happen.)
There was Santa and an elf on a moving swing, a lifeguard Santa with a surfboard, a Santa in a tow truck pulling a sleigh full of gifts, a Mickey Mouse Santa, an igloo with penguins, and an elf standing beside an outhouse that opened to reveal Santa coming out and the elf is holding his nose.
There was one more. The one I bought, a six-foot brown sock monkey.
It didn’t look like the traditional Christmas inflatable. In fact, it looked like it could be a year-round decoration. Hmmmm…
I’m not sure why I’m fascinated with sock monkeys, but within the last year, I have fallen in love with every sock monkey creation I’ve seen.
When I told Scott that it was the inflatable I wanted, he didn’t bat an eye, argue, or make a comment.
He just found a helper and they put the sock monkey inflatable in my cart.
It will look cute beside the two Christmas trees, if I can find them.
Secretly, I believe that Scott wanted a sock monkey in the front yard too.
I only hope I can keep the cats away from it.
I’d hate to have them light up like an inflatable.
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