I went to the Knott’s Brunch thingie today.
All was delicious.
I’m pretty sure I consumed about 7-8,000 calories in one sitting. It was both embarrassing and impressive…. and oh-so-deliciously worth it.
But you know what? I’m going to share all that stuff with you later, because that’s not what this post is about.
This post is about being sad.
After the brunch we got to wander around the Knott’s Berry Farm shops and spend our $25 gift certificate.
There was a lot of neat stuff.
There was a lot of cute stuff.
There was a lot of stuff that I wanted to bring home with me.
Brace yourself – this is where it gets sad.
I’m sorry to inform you that, no matter how I tried to work it into the budget, I wasn’t able to bring home the agonized, screaming Basketball Player of Doom.
It was a beautiful piece, and I just knew it would be the focal point of our new living room in Portland.
What a conversation piece he would have been. Can’t you just see it? We could have sat there in our new living room, politely perched on the ends of our visiting room sofa, bonding with our new neighbors as we discussed him in muted tones, taking small sips of our coffee out of our matching coffee cups.
Okay, yeah. We all know that wouldn’t have happened. The House of Bean doesn’t have a “visiting room”, much less matching coffee cups. Also, we have two kids, so if you sit down you’re probably going to get crawled on… or, in this house, peed on.
Still, he would have been so stinking cool.
Is the agonized, screaming Basketball Player of Doom angry? Is he in pain?
Is he mad that his ball is broken? Maybe some jerk just stepped in front of him and stole his taxi at the last second, making him late for his doctor’s appointment?
Perhaps he is giving birth?
We’ll never know. I didn’t have $300 cash on hand to buy him, and The Bean wouldn’t let me put him on my credit card.
Do you see how hard my life is?