To the Death: Go Diego Go Part 2

Image credit: Saveena (AKA LH Dugger)

First, I would like to thank everyone for their comments about the floating Diego and validating the fact that I thought that he was creepy. I should have taken your advice and popped him when I had the chance. But being the sweet mother I am I continued to let my children drive me crazy by violently batting him around the house have fun with him. I mean, he was almost completely helium free, how long could it be before he deflated? When was my last post about this? Last Wednesday? Yeah, I agree...too long.

On Sunday, it took a nasty tug-o-war battle for hubby to finally say Diego has got to go. He smacked him into the garage. We both assumed the stifling heat would finally lay him to rest. Diego is a trooper. He just hovered around the door possibly hoping we would let him back in. He is such a glutton for punishment.

Yesterday, I was leaving to go pick up the kids from camp/daycare. As I backed out of the garage, Diego made his move. In true action hero fashion, he clung to the grill of my minivan and bolted with the first gush of fresh air. CRAP! That was my first reaction. My second reaction was just to let him go but with out significant helium he would just go floating around the neighborhood , possibly showing up in my neighbors' windows (like the creepy Burger King guy) or maybe in my own windows enacting revenge. My third reaction...the homeowners association Nazi in my neighborhood would probably dust Diego for finger prints and fine me for littering. So I was back on my first reaction...CRAP! I had to go get him.

That little (bleeeeep) tried to shake me! He caught every possible gust of wind to evade me! I was now chasing a (bleeeeeep) balloon down the (bleeeeep) street in 900 degree weather! I know I must have looked like an idiot! I looked even more like an idiot when I caught the little bugger and began to cuss him out and tried to rip him apart like a potato chip bag!

Diego is now dead! If he isn't dead he is suffocating to death in the trashcan in the garage! Let's see you get outta there, buddy! Note to self: Never, ever as long as you are on this earth and are the mother that birthed these two children, EVER get mylar balloons! And if you slip up and forget, they must be one, not be in the shape of characters, and two must they destroyed immediately after the party!