I LOVE scavenger hunts. They were awesome as a kid, and in my eyes – still are. To be honest, I’m a sucker for anything cheesy. Which, sucks sometimes, because more often than not, Matt is the exact opposite. He’s not super cheesy/touchy feely. (Poor guy, and he got stuck with me – the epitome of cheesy, Disney/Lifetime movie person.)
So, the times when his cheesy side pokes out, I love it. Not long ago, we had one of those moments. (Ok. So it was a while ago. I’m just lazy, and haven’t written! Oops..)
Remember my last blog post? About creepy writing in the shower?
Okay. Well, let’s revisit that concept. A few days before the word ‘blog’ ended up scrawled over my shower. I was getting ready to take a shower. I hop in, and about had a heart attack.
On the far side of the shower, there were some words scrawled, in red and purple shower crayon. (Now, when you’ve been watching your husband play Silent Hill video games for the past week or so… this screws with your head. ) I’m not proud, I can admit I sheepishly shrunk from the shower, and poked my head back into the bedroom.
I must have looked significantly creeped out, because Matt was on the bed, looking at me with mock innocence. (Don’t you hate it when your SO does that? No one buys that angelic “I didn’t do it!” look. NO ONE.) I might have asked him to take a shower with me because the weird writing on the wall freaked me out. But, none of you were there, so you can’t prove a thing.
Anyway. After I didn’t ask my husband to shower with me because I was a baby, he of course didn’t say no, and tell me to go shower on my own.
He did however, mention that it was a clue.
A clue? A clue for WHAT?!
I let my inner 5 year old out, and I hopefully asked if it was a scavenger hunt. He said yes, it was; so I, being the mature adult that I am, started asking a million questions. None of which, were answered.
So, I hopped back into the shower, and started to think. The (creeptastic) writing on the wall said: “Find me standing among the stones.”
Now, I thought I had this in the bag. The ONLY place inside our house with anything close to ‘stones’, would be the fireplace. It was brick… but it was as close as I could get. (Thinking back? This was a pretty dumb leap. But that’s okay.
After drying off, I tried unsuccessfully to elicit a clue or confirmation of my idea from Matt before searching the living room. On the way there, I made a mental note that the light in the spare room was on. Odd, since Matt’s usually a stickler for turning all the lights off.
Of course, once in the living room, I didn’t find anything. Which, made it all the more disappointing when I was told that I wouldn’t have to look very hard to find what I was looking for.
I glanced around in the kitchen and spare room. Nothing.
What the heck were these ‘stones’? I started rambling off guesses while pacing. According to Matt, I was thinking too hard. He told me I’d already missed one clue. Would he tell me what it was? No. Of course not…
After a bit, I mentioned that I had seen the spare room light was on. The look he gave me wasn’t unlike one you’d give a toddler when they missed something really obvious.
Whoops. Guess that one WAS pretty obvious.
Still not understanding the initial clue , I searched the room, and eventually found something wrapped in tissue paper in the closet.
Tissue paper that looked suspiciously cup shaped…..
All of a sudden, I knew what I was searching for. And I giggled, and I ran through the house like a little kid. I have zero shame in telling you that.
We’d been to the Disney store not long before that, and Matt had seen me drooling over the Designer Collection Barbie Dolls. We weren’t going to buy any of them — prices and competition for them was insane. What I did decide I wanted though, were the coffee cups with the Designer artwork on them. They were gorgeous!
We’d discussed it, and we were going to try to collect them. Maybe buying one each time we went to the mall? Obviously we wouldn’t buy all 5 at once. Disney is proud of their coffee cups. That’d be a significant chunk of change…
But.. here I was, with a thing I was 99% sure was a coffee cup. With another hint written on it! Logic would say, that the next thing I’d find would be a coffee cup too. Right?
In the end, only two hints made perfect sense to me — the others, I had to defer to Matt for help. We just tend to think about things differently. Example? The stones mentioned in the first clue? Milestones. In our spare room, on a closet shelf, Matt has several unopened CD’s and movies that have had significant meaning at different points in his life. He made the connection, while I didn’t have a clue. I don’t mind though– the different ways of thinking – while sometimes a royal pain; definitely keeps life interesting.
At the end of the hunt. I had 4 coffee-cup-shaped packages. Turns out, they were 4 out of the 5 Princess mugs! They had been out of the Ariel mug, and Matt had ordered that one online. (She arrived safe, and is living in the cupboard happily with our other Disney mugs… )
It completely made my night. Not only did I get my first collection of mugs (which makes me endlessly happy. Happier than I should be- I’m such a Disney nerd…) but Matt indulged my cheesy side. I couldn’t have been happier – even if there hadn’t have been the mugs. 🙂
And… just so you all know, I’m sighing inwardly as I write this. Matt’s in the midst of recording another album… and drums set up this coming weekend. I’m going to be rereading this blog a few times between now and then …. reminding myself of how much I love my husband, and do NOT want to complain about the presence of drums in the house… 😉