It's all fun and games until someone pukes up a balloon string.

In a previous post I talked about the fact that it was Dave's birthday. Just thought I share some of the "highlights."

He made it very clear that "all he wanted was a Blue Ray player and nothing else." End quote. But of course I couldn't very well have nothing for him to rip open on his actual day now could I? So I got a few goodies (Better Off Dead on DVD, Vandaley Industries, Importing Fine Latex Goods tee shirt, etc.) wrapped them up and put them in the bedroom so he'd see them when he went to change after work. To add to the surprise I got 10 helium balloons and put them in room and shut the door. So when he opened the door - AHHH!! they would hit him in the face and the presents would be underneath! Fun huh?

But when he got home he decided to stay in his work clothes since we were heading out for dinner. CRAP! What to do now? Luckily, Arnold the cat was hanging out by that door (just dying to know what those balloons were about) so I played it off like one of his toys was in there and could he go get it for Arnold?

Worked like a charm. And Dave was surprised so that was nice. I was pretty proud of myself for getting those balloons and seeing his face when he opened the door. That is..... until they started to deflate.... and fall within Arnold's reach.

It wasn't like he was trying to pop them... No. He was more interested in the strings tied to each balloon. I would find him just chewing away, happy as a clam. I was usually quick enough to rescue the balloon and get the string before he swallowed it. But Thursday night we went out again and I forgot to put one up. We woke up to cat puke, speckled with brightly colored ribbon.

Wonderful.