Is this the matrix? If I swallow this will I wake up and realize that Cheerios taste exactly like chicken? Is the spoon bending? No. Wait. There is no spoon. What if I shake it? What happens if I shake it real hard? Or throw it against the wall? Is there a special Hell for people who shake shiny blue objects really hard before throwing them against a wall?
I wonder if this is a mood stone. If it is, what kind of mood am I in right now? I never understood mood rings. Every mood ring I ever owned was always either blue or black. What do those colors mean? Why could I never get my mood ring to turn purple? I have no idea what purple in a mood ring means but it’s my favorite color….and pretty to look at.
It’s entrancing…this little blue object in my hand. If I stare into long enough will I be sucked through a portal and wind up in an ocean somewhere? Maybe I could swim to Narnia. I’ve always wanted to try Turkish Delight – ever since I heard about it in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Plus, I love cats so hanging out with Aslan would be cool. I wonder if he likes getting his belly rubbed. Would he scratch me if I tried rubbing his belly? Maybe I should ask him before I rub it. He is, after all, a lion. I don’t think lions would limit their defensive abilities to scratching their prey. But who knows.
The color of this random, anonymous, blue thing in my hand really does remind me of water. Speaking of which, I need to run my dishwasher. I’m sure my husband and kids would appreciate eating off of clean dishes. Ooh! Is this thing a dish detergent packet? One of those gel/powder combos that you pop into the dishwasher? I wonder if it would dissolve in the dishwasher. My detergent packets don’t always dissolve. The gel part does but the powder part is sometimes found in the bottom of my dishwasher. It makes me wonder if my dishes actually got clean or if I need to run them again.
Speaking of dishes, my one-year-old is trying to rearrange my pots and pans again. Her latest obsession is using all things metal to teeth on. It’s gross…and annoying. I’d prefer it if she’d teeth on the expensive teething toys we bought her. Apparently they’re not as amusing as metal. One thing is for sure, I’m not giving her this shiny, blue object to teeth on. It’s MINE! MY PRECIOUS!!!!!!!