Because I was flying in for the shower, I decided to place her gift in a gift bag in case the airport inspectors might make me unwrap a paper and tape kind of wrapping.
I've had that happen before.... Anyway, I thought it would be cute to put the gift in a musical "Hot Stuff" gift bag. You remember the song "Hot Stuff" sung by Donna Summers of the Bad Girls, released in 1979, the year Elizabeth was born?
By pushing on the red dot, the bag would play the "Hot Stuff" song. I pulled out the bag the night before the shower to show Gail.
We both thought that was a funny song for the shower, and soon we were prancing around doing our own version of a "Hot Stuff" dance routine.
The spot was pushed several times as we laughed and got ready to retire for the evening.
Gail was the first one to notice that the song was still playing about ten minutes later. We took a look, and tried various ways to make the singing stop.
Then we decided that perhaps we had pushed it more times than we had first imagined, so we would let the music wind down on its own.
About an hour later we had had enough "Hot Stuff"...and Gail tried to McGyver the wiring to make the music stop.
Turns out she isn't much of a McGyver. With the song still wailing away, she locked the bag in her car in the garage so we could finally get some sleep.
Turns out she isn't much of a McGyver. With the song still wailing away, she locked the bag in her car in the garage so we could finally get some sleep.
The next morning...you guessed it...the bag was still loudly proclaiming its hotness!
A quick run to the store provided me with an alternative means of wrapping my gift.
When I flew home Sunday evening (remember...we started the song on Friday night) the bag was still softly lisping the opening line of the number. I wondered if TSA would flag my bag, but it made it through OK.
At home I unpacked the bag and put it in the guest room, just because I was curious to learn just how long that little electronic gizmo would continue to sing.
Bernie could hear it...even with the door closed...and said he couldn't sleep with Hot Stuff playing in the guest room.
Mr. Electricity plied his mad Master Electrician skills and put the poor vocalist Donna Summers out of her misery at last.
Yeah...Gail and I are totally hot...we are just not THAT hot!
5 comments:
Now THAT is funny! I can't believe that you had no way of putting this gift bag further out of your way so that you could continue with the experiment. Now I really want to know how long it would keep on going.
I just about laughed myself right out of my chair! I don't think I'll stop laughing the rest of the day...and, oh, the tears won't stop!
Oh my gosh, this is hilarious. Tears are streaming down my face from laughing so hard! For some reason this post makes me think of Lucille Ball and all the comedic shenanigans on her show...
Apparently the gift bag does not agree. It could not stop after being in the company of you two hotties. . .very funny.
What a hoot.....I love your sense of humour and the fun you have just letting yourself be you.....you go girl!
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