Blue Ball!

One year, the year Elaine and I used to go to Wal Mart like every week, we bought an excercise kit that included a big blue excercise ball. It became our pet.

I believe we excercised with it maybe once. Otherwise it was a bouncy place to sit when friends came over. Or if it was in the way, we would kick it aside. But our blue ball had personality. If it was kicked it would go someplace else like down the hall and around the corner to the bathroom or the kitchen; it seemed to have a mind of its own. Apparently one day I kicked the ball and then disappeared someplace in the house while the ball found its way to elaines room and nudged her and scared the living daylights out of her because well, obviously it just came out of no where. Ah the life and times of our blue ball.

While watching TV some days the ball would escape from being our foot rest. It must have some uneveness to it so that it could roll away in one direction, or maybe it was sentient.

But that's why when moving out this weekend, we didn't know what to do with it. I'm going across the country and I don't have room, plus my family already has a green excercise ball and our blue ball would be excess. So Elaine should take it. But alas, she does not want it, "It's your ball," she tells me. "It likes you better anyway." So it was my call. And during a hasty exit of our empty apartment the blue ball was the only one left. Elaine wanted to set it free down the street bouncing down the hill until BLAMO it takes out a car and it crashes, or maybe boumces into blue excercise ball heaven. But I could see terrible things happening. I didn't want to have to watch it POP! or even make a car crash. It would all be too tragic. And since we were moving out so quickly, I decided it would go outside near the trash. THE TRASH! OH the HORRORS! SO sad. so sad. I will always remember that blue ball. Our beautiful blue ball.

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