Annie Knits: My Brothers are Whackjobs...

In a good way. Read this first, then come back.

I can always count on them to come up with crazy stuff, hair-brained schemes, good old-fashioned prankster stuff. Like in my house, growing up, on April 1st? Don't do any of the following:

Turn on the kitchen faucet. The hose-sprayer will have been rubberbanded open so that it sprays you in the chest.
Put sugar on your cereal. Salt in a sugar bowl looks a lot like sugar in a sugar bowl.
For that matter, eat anything you don't prepare yourself. You never know what you'll get.
Sit in a chair without looking -- fake dog doo or barf or a whoopie cushion is likely to be there.
Answer the phone.

One of them is, to all appearances, a normal businessman with a home, lovely wife and family. He bought the scissors. The other, younger, brother (referred to as being talked into wearing a Santa Suit -- Let me tell you, you never had to talk Mike into dressing up like anything! He wore fake Bubba teeth in his high school Senior picture as a gag on my mom and my favorite picture of him as a kid is in a pink bunny suit. My info is that he bought a new Santa Suit for just this occasion...but I digress) is writing a book about bowling in every state and drove the Wiener mobile for a year out of college -- not that crazy, just fun and interesting. But together they are obviously capable of cooking up some real fun.

Too bad the Columbus Airport is having none of it. What this article fails to mention is that Pete bought these scissors and Swiss Army knives from a state auction of things confiscated in airports! A minor point in the humor and good natured fun-poking involved here. Shame on the Post-Dispatch and the political correctness police for leaving out that tidbit. Sheesh.

So, hands up, everyone. Leave a comment if you've had something sharp confiscated at an airport, or even if you haven't and just want to join in the merriment. My brother's scissors-cup runneth over! And in keeping with the Giving Spirit of the Season, perhaps we can take care of you -- not of course with what you originally lost mind you, but with something sharp that somebody lost. (Oh, and anyone button-handy out there? I suck. We could make a 'get back the scissors' button to post and link...) What fun!

Merry Christmas to all!

Comments

Yeah, I could use my old needlepoint scissors back. If he finds them or something similar, send them my way, My Dad and C have lost many a keychain pocket-knife in the past few years.

Leave it to those Walsh boys!!!!
Amanda

Posted by: Amanda | December 24, 2005 at 12:43 PM