Okay, I am taking some responsibility for this. I do want to make clear that I am not blaming a Hawaiian island, spoons, or my own general lack of attention (though, after a week of finals, that is a possible excuse). What I do want to share the blame with is cursive, a shamelessly deceptive writing style that will probably be obsolete in the future because robots don't have the technology to use it.Here's what happened:
I stopped by the Habitat for Humanity store in town this afternoon, to see if I could find some ice cream dishes for Leslie's baby shower tomorrow. She's having an afternoon, ice cream and desserts party with a few of her close friends to celebrate our soon-to-arrive Junebug.
Of course, if I'm already at the thrift store, I'm going to have a look around for anything else we might "need." I was checking out the jewelry counter, where they keep strange things like this:
I don't know either.
And I thought I found the perfect gift for her ice cream baby party:
It's a little baby ice cream spoon! Or, at least a spoon, and look, it says Mom on it, and there's a flower and a neat little design and a whale! Those are probably some of her favorite things, I thought. And she's about to be a mom! She needs this.
So, I bought it and brought it home. I unpacked everything I got for her party, and I put the spoon right out front so she'd see it first. I took another look at it, and I noticed that the little design in relief is actually some kind of harpoon gun, so that whale wasn't just a cute sea creature, he was about to get it. But, I thought, what does harpooning whales have to do with moms?
And then it hit me like a ton of whales: It's not Mom. It's Maui.
CURRRRRRRSIIIVVVVEEE!
