I was trying to get my son a decorative elephant for his new house for Christmas (his request). Last Sunday I found a ceramic elephant I liked that wasn't expensive and brought it home. I was getting my bags out of the car when I dropped them on the ground and the elephant broke into a few pieces. I was furious with myself as it was a stupid thing to do but my husband thought he could repair it by gluing it back together.
Here is the elephant. Cute little guy - doesn't look too
bad, does it? This is the "good" side.
It actually worked quite well and there is just one small chip missing. I didn't feel really good about giving a chipped elephant as a present though so I asked a friend to pick me up another. She went to the store and there appeared to be none there. But they went "out back" and got her another one. I saw her Friday night at a party, got the elephant, brought it home and put it on the counter. Before I went for my run on Saturday I decided to clean up a bit and took a few things down cellar, the elephant being one of them. It was still packed in the box it came in. When I got there the top of the box came open (I was holding it sideways) and the elephant slid out at rocket speed and SMASHED on the concrete floor. I started screaming and aimed a few choice words at my brilliance once again. My husband got home a few minutes later and I think he thought I had broken the water pump or something serious before he saw all the pieces. He once again told me he thought he could fix it but I mumbled something sweet like, "Don't be ridiculous."
I was going shopping and thought I would pick up yet another one. When I got to the store they had 3 more but I COULD NOT
bring myself to purchase one. I had no faith whatsoever that I would not break yet another one.
I went from store to store having a good time browsing when I found a cute inexpensive elephant hook. It could be used to hold keys or some other small thing. I got it. And guess what? It is made of metal and I would have a pretty hard time breaking it.
Here's the elephant hook - much better than another broken
I was still shopping going in some stores I don't usually frequent when I hit the mother lode of elephant stores. It was where I should have started. I couldn't resist one more small one - also made of metal and seemingly unbreakable.
When I got home my husband had brought the smashed one upstairs and had the glue warming up to room temperature. I told him to hold off. I am wrapping all four and Jameson will have to hear the story and open them in the proper sequence. If he wants his father to try to repair it that's fine but I thought we could have a little fun out of this debacle on Christmas Day. What person doesn't love to open a present that has shattered into several pieces?
The elephant from the "elephant store." I could
drop him a few times and he'd look just fine!