Tuesday, September 25, 2007

When I was little I used to love to sleep on the couch in our living room. So much, that if I went out there in the middle of the night and someone was already on the couch, like Louis, I'd hold his eyes open until he woke up and then I'd tell him mom said he had to go back to bed. Then I'd steal the couch from him.


However, there was one thing I hated about the couch:





















Yes, this creepy skull was always sitting above our TV on the bookshelf with all of my dads books and surgery movies. It was my dad's from school and most of the time I could forget that it was there. But at night when it dark and I was alone on the couch, I swear it would come alive and try to kill me.


Now? It doesn't bother me. In fact, it's sitting in my house. My dad let me borrow it to learn the bones of the head for my anatomy class. I have it sitting right above all of my movies. I haven't really thought about it, until last weekend when the DirectTV guy came to switch our dish receiver.


He walked in and looked at our TV and said, "Nice TV." I said, "Yeah, thanks."


Then he looked at the skull and said, "Uh, is that real?" I had forgotten it was there, and said, "Oh, that?" I tried to explain it without looking like a homocial maniac. "It was my dad's." I realize now that that doesn't really sound great. "I mean, it's not actually my dad...he got it in school. He's a doctor. And now I'm in school. So he let me use is."


I don't think he heard anything after "It was my dad's." He decided to do all the outside work first, and commented a few times on how close the houses were. I hope this doesn't hurt our chances of getting service if we need it at a later date...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Doesn't everyone have a scull for studying anatomy sitting on their TVs?