I returned home from a long lunch with friends yesterday afternoon to find that Motor Man (who had briefly come home prior to attending a meeting), had left a surprise for me on the desk in our bedroom.
When he first brought the balloons into our room, they scared Sundae so badly that she ran from the room and hid. Motor Man wasn’t able to find her before leaving for his meeting. She found various hiding spots during the remainder of the day. We’d find her, she’d cower, then run and find another hiding spot.
When we returned home from dinner, I found her upstairs, about as far from our bedroom as possible. (Apparently this was a better hiding spot before I turned on the lights.)
She’s on a cedar chest that Motor Man made in shop when he was in high school. The quilt she’s lying on is dated 1940, and I bought the child’s parasol at a second-hand shop several years ago.
She was okay with me petting her. So I decided we’d have a little photo shoot under the parasol. But Sundae kept an ever vigilant eye to the door for balloons.
Motor Man really felt badly about Sundae’s response to his surprise.
We moved the balloons to the garage, and Sundae finally ventured back to our bedroom late last night, still on high alert.
So to recap: Motor Man surprised me with balloons, he surprised Sundae with the balloons, and she surprised us both with her reaction to the balloons.
It was a surprise-filled Valentine’s Day for the Motor family.
these days of mine 