the mellops go spelunking....

when i was a little lulu, one of my favourite books was "the mellops go spelunking"....for those of you who don't know what spelunking is, it is the exploration of caves...i like to expand that definition to include exploring around the house, my house or yours!

...i like to refer to my gynecologist as the cave doctor...his headlight (now see, here's a place where having a head light makes sense) is one of the best i have ever seen...when i enquired about it, he said that, yes indeed, his lamp was different, he buys his 'interior' lights at the outdoor explorer store...i love a man with a sense of adventure!

...in my house, objects seem to find their own way around the house and end up wherever they see fit....a recent spelunking expedition into the guest room turned up; an axe, a compass, a book on how to play the harmonica, petrified (as in solid, not petrified as in scared stiff) dinosaur poop...no shit!...a brand new slinky, elvis, a gun that shoots out potato pellets (popped that in the mail to dick cheney...did you ever notice that men named dick usually are ~ dicks?), a one dollar bill, the field guide to slugs, an original trivial pursuit game, a big old kick ass accordian that belonged to my grannie that i am going to 'pimp', a horse riding helmut ( for the rider, not the horse), just too many things to list...

...so, if your life is lacking in adventure, consider doing your own home spelunking expedition...head lights optional....