Linette and I bought six chairs off the internet a week or so ago. They each came in their own box. Right now, the boxes are in our living room, laying end to end like a giant cardboard Habitrail. Every day it gets a little more elaborate. There’s a kitchen in one section. There’s a puppet theater in another. There are hidden doors and secret compartments. Clementine and I have been eating breakfast in it every morning. I told her last night that we couldn’t keep it forever, and she seemed heartbroken. She loves her “tunnels.” This image shows her most recent addition – a peep hole so that she can see people, monsters, and animals approaching from the west.
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When I was a kid one of my friend’s grandparents had big folded up cardboard boxes in the basement for just such purposes.
Every once in a while we’d haul them out on a cold winter day. I suggest finding a place in the basement or attic for the tunnels.
Forts never get old.
This is perfect, mark. I’m always looking for cardboard to ship out ebay items with, and you need an excuse to separate clementine from her fort.
Thus, you just have to tell her that a very bad man is coming to take the boxes away, and when i show up you can make a vain effort to stop me. I can even disassemble them with my box cutter while she watches, to show her that it’s really, truly, over.
And, for an additional $5, I’ll wear my santa costume when I do it.
Santa suit + box cutter + $5 = a childhood to remember.
If only the 9-11 hijackers had thought to dress like Santas.
Mark, an outfit like this would improve your looks…
Do you forget, Ubu, that I know who you are, and that I could get a photo of you without too much trouble?
Keep pushing, and I’ll post a few photos of you and me side-by-side online. Then we’ll find out what everyone thinks about which one of us belongs inside a cardboard box.
I’m always up for a beauty contest — and you’re right, you belong in a pine box not a cardboard one! Ooops — does that mean I lost the Miss Congeniality award?