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February 01, 2007

Cold

Our bedroom is cold. Cold. We have a small, egg-shaped alarm clock (called "Bob," for some reason beyond my comprehension). According to Bob, who is equipped with a themometer, it is currently 43 degrees in our bedroom. It's kind of like camping, which is fun. But camping is something you do occasionaly, as a break from the norm. On the rare nights that you camp in frigid weather, you think of it as a "special", character-building experience. You don't really enjoy it, but you pretend to, since, well, you're "camping," after all. But we sleep in that cold room every night. The thrill is gone. The chill is no longer cute. Consequently, the Genius Hat has become an item of some controversy.

Robbi thinks the hat is hers. (She's also strangely possessive of this stool.)

And, by the letter of the law, she is correct. The hat was a Christmas gift from friend Christian, a replacement for another hat given by Christian on another Christmas that has since been eaten by Iggy.

She often wears it to sleep, on account of the very cold air.

(Oscar often watches, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and eat her face off, as I've heard all cats, even those that seem most sweet, are always waiting for the perfect opportunity to do.)

I have been jealous at the seeming warmth provided by the Genius Hat. Last night I had a dark, selfish impulse.

I took the Genius Hat for my own.

Replacing it with another, virtually indistinguishable hat. Roughly the same color even.

I slept the sweet sleep of warm children but woke with a start to the sound of outrage. Robbi had discovered the swap and was none too pleased.

So far, neither of us has contracted bronchitis. But I'm sure our days are numbered.

Posted by bogenamp at February 1, 2007 12:04 AM

Comments

As the bestower of the Genius Hat (though clearly not its attendant abilities), I am appalled by Bogue-en-amp's callous disregard both for the Robbler's possession of the Genius Hat (90% of the law) and the Robbler's title to the hat (10% of the law). I plan to call the po-po on your ass and collect 33% of the damages recovered by the Robbler when the judge throws the book at you (not one of those IdiotsBooks either -- we're talking a LAW book).

That said, I love that the Genius Hat has become the stuff of Dungeons and Dragons. Maybe when the wearer dons the genius hat he or she is obliged to roll an eight-sided die and increase his or her intelligence stat by the number corresponding to the roll. I love it.

The Piendak can recommend an incredibly powerful, relatively inexpensive space heater. We have one in our bedroom, and it rocks our world. It looks like a radiator, but with wheels. You should hit that space heater, lest you contract the dreaded hoobillihoscus of the blowhole.

Posted by: Ko-ris-u-chan at February 1, 2007 09:18 AM