You know our friends The Rhineheimers, but you haven’t met the ENTIRE family. Steve, husband and father, was unable to come in for the graduation, but he fits right in with the rest of the gang: clever, funny, and as loyal a friend as you’ll ever find. And they have a new addition to the family: The Bat.
Kinds of reminds you of the Travelocity commercials with the gnome, doesn’t it? Similar concept, but with a twist. Whichever family member is currently in possession of The Bat is responsible for eventually hiding him someplace that other family members will find him. Pictures have been sent via cellphone, ransom notes have been left, and a waitress was even coerced into hiding The Bat in Steve’s dessert at dinner one evening! The Bat came to Louisville, so my husband Michael, a UofL fan, had to take a picture of The Bat surrounded by Cardinal paraphernalia to send to Steve, a die-hard UK fan. (HUGE rivalry, for those of you who aren’t familiar with The Bluegrass State).
Of course, we had to join in the fun and start our own game.
Meet “THE Ewok”. This is pronounced with the emphasis on “THE”, like “THE Ohio State”. I don’t get it either, but I’ll play along. The rule is that THE Ewok can only be hidden in public areas of the house – bedrooms are off limits. If there’s anyone out there who says, “I don’t see why – I have nothing to hide. It’s fine with me if my eleven-year-old roots through everything in my bedroom.” Well, you’re just flat-out lying. There are conversations I don’t want to have with John at this point in time . . . no, probably never. Even though that would probably be a very well-read blog post. How ’bout you do that at your house? I’ll read the post, comment lengthily, and Tweet a link to it! Not happening here, folks.
Stay tuned for the continuing adventures of THE Ewok.