Saturday, July 6, 2013

The Mylar Murderer

It’s celebration season at our house. Birthdays in May, June, July, and August. Plus, this year we’ve had the added celebration of Baby Girl’s high school graduation. Lots of excitement. Lots of cake. Lots of fun.

Lots of balloons.

The latex balloons fizzle pretty fast. Two or three days, and phhht, they’re limp on the floor. The mylar foil balloons, however...those suckers just don’t want to deflate.

Take Baby Girl’s 18th birthday and graduation balloons for examples. They've been floating limply around the family room for weeks. Weeks. Not quite deflated but far from their once perky selves. It’s long past time for them to...go.

So I’ve decided it’s time to ahh...put them out of their misery, so to speak. That’s right, I’m committing mylar murder. I do carry some guilt about this, mostly because those balloons represent big events and seeing the balloons go means closure on those events (and I’m having issues with these big milestones). But, not so much guilt that I’m going to put the scissors away and let them naturally shrink away.

I will, however, cut them nice and neat and tuck them away in Baby Girl’s overstuffed baby book.

Now tell I the only one who commits mylar murder? Or do you let your balloons naturally fade away?

Oh, and by the way, Thursday was son #2’s birthday, so there are even more balloons in the house. I’m keeping a careful eye on them...and keeping my scissors handy. Mwa-ha-ha.

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