It's not often that Val is rendered speechless. But last night at 12:30 a.m., it happened. Okay, it was more like 2:14 a.m. to be precise. I say that not for the Truth in Blogging Law, but to appease The Pony, were he here, who is a stickler for details.
I had just ascended the 13 stairs from my dark basement lair when my phone jumped to life in my pocket. I checked it when I got to the kitchen, just in case it was one of the boys needing something. But it was only an email from Hick. Showing a time of 12:30. Who knows when he really sent it? Probably early evening, while he was over in the BARn. You never know, here in the black SPRINT hole that is our homestead. Sometimes Hick puts a message with his photos. Not this time.
Yes. I had to go to bed wondering what in tarnation Hick had sent me a picture of. I asked him this evening when he called, because I sure didn't set an alarm to get up and ask him before he left for work at 6:00.
"It's a figure. From Nigeria. And ducks. A plate with ducks."
"What KIND of...um...figure...is that?"
"It's a pole. Like a totem pole."
"It's a POLE all right..."
Seriously. What is a woman supposed to think?