
After 30 pumps, and not even the tip of the banana was inflated, I called Drew and asked him where the air compressor was in the garage. I heard the terror in his voice when he said to leave it alone, he would inflate it when he got home. Oh no- I wanted it done now! After being told that there was a good chance I would blow up the monkey, since I have never operated an air compressor before, I decided that I did not want tiny bits of Ralph all over the garage, and went back to the manual pump.
1 hour later, with many breaks, I present Ralph, (and my new biceps that rival Popeye).
Oh, and in case you are wondering why I have a 6 foot inflatable monkey in my house- he is the greeter for the trio's birthday party.
1 comment:
Yeay for you! Your mother's coming. That's extra help, right?
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