Alarming decorations...

For less than twenty four hours, the entrance to Casa Didgeridoo looked like this. Meet Didgeridoostein and GoKittenWitch:

Didgeridoo Boy added himself to the decorations at one point, hell bent on making it into a picture:

But that's not what makes them alarming. Oh, no. That credit goes to the decorations themselves, as they began curling up and moving around once steady rain and wind kicked in last night. Our alarm kept chiming as though a door was opening; over and over it chimed, with Didge and me running around trying to figure out what was making it do so. Didge thought the back door was popping open, and since I had noticed the code being displayed was the one assigned to the front door, we thought something was very wrong. So I took to entering the alarm code over and over, trying to reset the system or turn the stupid chime feature off.

Nothing worked. It simply would...not...do. So I made an executive decision (ahem) to call ADT and get some technical help. The nice gentleman I spoke to had me enter my code a couple of times, and then asked if that was the one I had been using. I told him yes, and he said that was not the code. Have you ever felt like a bucket of DUH has been dumped over your head? I said, "Ohhhh, my word, I've been using my ATM PIN!" And then, miraculously, the correct code vanished from my memory. That did it. The ATM rep and I spent a little while giggling, and I called Mom for the code. Entered it, and solved the problem.

I forgot to turn off the chime, however, and some time around dark thirty this morning it started going off again. It was as I was turning it off that I realized: Cardboard curls, paper streamers move, and I've got those very things taped up all over the inside of the storm door. BINGO! Problem solved.

Didgeridoostein and GoKittenWitch are laid out on the bedroom floor right now, waiting for me to decide what to do with them. When I went to take them down, I discovered that one of his arms had come loose, and that she had come completely undone and basically sat down. So, yes, it looked very much like he had been picking on her and she declared an eff-it moment. I meant for them to "be" us, but damn! He's completely unfazed, and she's looking rather worse for wear (I couldn't possibly make this up), so I don't think they'll be going back where I had them.

And the moment something is said is the moment the greatest idea this side of the Wizard of Oz hits. Oh, hell YES, darlings. Consider this one a "to be continued....". See you tomorrow!