One of my abfave gifts from the highly controversial unbirthday(in which, a dozen flaming four foot tall balloons were launched from ken’s back yard by some very, very well lubricated and liquored up instigators. And the paella made by rhino was again tremendous) was a blanket. Originally locked up in the mother of all briefcases with a host of makers and moonshine as more padding than plaything, it has become one of my favorite things.
Actually, just like Bandicoot himself, this ikea blanket warms me in all sortsa unexpected ways. It’s shockingly thin,prolly stockings- nylonsesque?- and rich in color. Sorta a sketch dark gray, colonial- like what what our revolutionaries wore when we fight the garishly festooned redcoats its suburban camouflage. Perfect for our battle, covert and edgy. Bandicoots similar in appearance, he’s both sketch and small enough that I could take him in a properly robust game of hunker down. Although he has taken me once. Barely.
Or so I recall, duchess is clutching her pearls at this description of my victory(IRS).
I’ve seen him suit and tie once (&only once) but his uniform of the day is a tee and jeans. Or, at least it was until he got all uppity at his fancy pants big city agency and some sorta promotion that will prolly require collared shirts and on time attendance. (insert inside joke about what time they actually open HERE).
Bandicoots good people, my first lieutenant in our Charlotte beachhead. Along with his lovely and elegant wife, Betsy Ross, aka #76,lilred,#25,#100,#33,#7.04,#thechad, et al, oh-and a player to be named shortly- our Charlotte foray reminds me of this blanket. It feels warm at the first touch, comforting, embracing me and our little tribe. It warms my heart to see our queen city peeps interacting with their upstate colleagues, both on open and also secure channels. Helping, sharing, inspiring. Instigating.
There’s rumours of an Ikea trip today for
Duchess birthday week celebration. I will certainly be picking up several more of these awesome devices we call Bandicoots blanket, gonna see if and how we can slap or etch a logo on em, and prolly go dumpster diving for large gray rats (insert gratuitous insider only laser etched rat joke here). But without regard to if I can find (or afford!) any more of Bandicoots blankets, I’m blessed to have this one and him especially. Helping warm our tribe and shelter this skirmish.