It’s been a week…
Last Sunday Christian reported Lisa Simpson had fallen out the window. My plastic Kinder Egg Lisa Simpson, that I kept on top of my computer screen as a mascot (with the help of some white tack). I just love her: she is such an outspoken pain in the ass source of inspiration to me. So what if she’s a fictional cartoon character (fictional eh?).
Anyway, Lisa landed on a balcony a few floors below. And she’s still there. I check everyday. And everyday I grapple with the following dilemma.
Do I attempt to get her back? This is embarrassing on a few levels: I have to involve the building manager because I don’t know the number of the apartment she tumbled to. Since I intend to live in my apartment for a while longer, I’m not keen on suffering any plastic mascot history between me and building staff.
Do I write a little note and fabricate a harness with weights attached, and drop the note out my window to the same balcony, beckoning the occupant to drop Lisa Simpson in my mailbox? But the note could be whisked by a sudden gust of wind and end up on someone else’s balcony, where Lisa Simpson did not fall. Then he/she who read the note would think me a nut.
Or do I let it go and accept she will bring happiness to whoever lives on the seventh floor and has that giant balcony? Or be tossed in the bin (that’s a heartless option, but it could happen).
In the meantime, Christian promised he would replace her. He’d better start hitting the supermarket for those Kinder Eggs I say.
(Image is from here).
If it makes you feel better, I have lost Patrick (named after a pain-in-the-ass co-worker from a few years ago), my kinder egg toy gorilla covered in the softest blue velvet ever. I am cheering myself up by envisaging the possibility that he might have got misplaced in the gigantic mess I call my art room but you never know.
I sympathize and in a gesture of goodwill towards getting Lisa Simpson back to you, I am sure the boys will be more than happy to scoff a few “kinga” eggs (another Scotticism) for you. Will keep you posted, although at the moment, it’s Asterix and The Ice Age III (would you like a T-rex to replace Lisa?)
Love you lots
Sophie
Je veux bien du renfort pour boulotter les Kinga eggs! Du moins, Christian parce que moi je vais pas en manger. Je mets aussi une option sur le T-rex, au cas où on ne retrouve pas Lisa. Si Christian tombe sur un gorille couvert d’un velours bleu tout doux, je te le garde, promis! Et loin de la fenêtre hein!
Millions de bisous xxx
Le T- Rex a perdu une patte dans une bataille à mort avec Manny, le mamouth de l’âge de glace (qui y a laissé une défense tout de même….il faut dire que la bataille a été épique et en plusieurs épisodes à la fin de chacun, poussin annonçait d’un ton docte “he lost his life, he died”). Mais si je retrouve l’autre patte, promis, je le met de côté pour toi.
bisous bisous
You must get her back! Go knock on their door! You don’t want to buy more of that kinder crap do you? xx
Maybe we should get some for New Year’s Eve, and try to put the little toys together while slightly drunk. Good times!
Lisa Simpson a role model and a hero to me too. Do whatever it takes to get her back!
did you do the note on the string idea? i think that one is the best.
You know what Lizzie? I was all determined in a ‘grrrrr, let’s do this’ kind of way. But I checked to see if she was still there before putting my plan in action, and she was gone. Animals!
(Plan was go speak with building staff).