Do you love inflatable flailing arm men? Those thirty-foot balloony things whipping around in front of car dealerships?
For me, it was love at first sight. So happy and free and…silly. When I was a CEO I tried to talk my Board of Directors into getting one to advertise a project we were doing, but they, being sensible old farts, said “no.”
They are kind of expensive (yes, I researched them) so it would have to be a special occasion to warrant the price. I asked my kids if I could have one for my funeral, but they were horrified. Apparently, they want to be sad. I told them he could dance to Samuel Barber’s very sad Adagio in Strings, but still no dice. I’ll have to settle for drive-by waving at inflatable flailing arm man as he boogies in his parking lot.
What I can do, and will do, dang it, is get a balloon animal kit. I used to work with disadvantaged kids and did puppet shows and made balloon animals: blow ‘em up, twist, twist, squeaky, sqwawky-TADA! A poodle!
Magic, I tell you.
And may you, my friend, take time to do something silly today-because always remember:
The winner of the rat race is just the fastest rat. :)
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