Puppets Everywhere!

The Husband keeps picking up new puppets at thrift stores. They're very cute, yet highly worrisome. I already "DJ" from time to time for him; am I going to have to become a puppeteer as well?!

Meet Bobo the Ape!

This is Jojo's father and Coco's husband.

Upstaged by a Lousy Act

The Husband has compunctions about talking badly about other clowns badly, must be in his clown code of ethics or something. I, however, am free to complain as much as I want. After all, I'm only the Wife.
There's a clown in our area called "El Zapaton" (The Big Shoe). His act is only comedy, which I do not necessarily have a problem with. I do however, have a problem with a clown who entertains at a young child's baptism or birthday party and the fun is always had at the children's expense with many not-so-subtle innuendos mixed in. You can probably tell why I have a problem with this clown.
The strange thing is, he is wildly popular among the Hispanic community in our area. He does numerous shows a day, charges $120 an hour, and we've yet to hear of him being involved in any kind of charity clowning. So, while I'm the first to admit my extreme bias, I do not think this clown should be allowed to entertain children.
Last night, we went to a friend's daughter's birthday party. As usual, the Husband spent about an hour prepping his magic tricks to entertain the guest of honor. This is kind of expected of him now, people usually call in advance to see if he's bringing his "toolbox."
We go to the party and the Husband sets his stuff in his usual corner to wait until after people ate. One child even comes up to ask for a balloon, but the Husband suggests they wait and see how many people show up because the balloons take up a lot of space. In the meantime, lots of people do show up. In the back of my mind, I consider calling the fire marshall ( just out of curiosity) to find out what the capacity of the apartment is.
Suddenly, the birthday girl is ushered into her bedroom so she won't see her surprise (who's at the apartment door) pass through the living room on his way to set up in the basement. It's El Zapaton. Ouch. Good thing the Husband had run out of time to do his clown makeup and had settled for a magician outfit instead.

Meet the Apes!

This is Coco the Chimp.

Children love her because she has an extremely squeaky mouth and she has extremely animated conversations with her husband Bobo the Orangutan.  They are an extremely funny couple.  Coco is very serious, while Bobo is extremely light-hearted.  In a couple days, I'll post a picture of Bobo.  You will immediately be able to tell how much more relaxed he is than Coco just by his demeanor.

Interestingly, Bobo and Coco just celebrated a new addition to their family.  Since Bobo and Coco are different species, they adopted (for more information about chimps adopting other chimps, click here) a baby monkey.

While Baby Jojo is not an ape, she is being raised to be an ape, so I've decided that it is okay for us to continue referring to them as "The Apes."  I think the chupie (that's our household's word for a pacifier) makes Jojo particularly endearing.  The Husband has not shared his plans for Jojo in his act with me, but I think her mere appearance in his show will be very cute.
I think Jane Goodall would be proud of us for not using real apes and monkeys. :D

Smooth move.

We are in the waiting room at the lawyer's office. We are the only ones here. The Husband pulls out his coin to practice and promptly drops it as loudly as possible on the wood floor. Smooth.
I laughed because before he did that, you could've heard a pin drop. He was so embarrassed.

Dye Job

The Husband dyed a hat!!!!
It was a horrific khaki-like color (there's a reason the thrift store was only asking for a dollar). Now, it's a beautiful navy color that matches the Husband's mechanic clown costume.
The only problem is...I told him to wash the pot. I come home from the Son's friend's birthday party on Saturday and I find a pot with traces of dye all in it in my kitchen sink. Sitting there. Waiting. Screaming "Please wash me as I am a pot you still want to cook with!!!!"
Luckily, I think we'll all live the next time we cook in that pot. After all, I did wash it.

Annoying Coin Tricks

A couple weeks ago, the Husband sent me to the bank. My mission? Exchange 2 one dollar bills for 4 half dollar coins. How'd it go? Failure. The bank said they just don't have those coins.
So the Husband went to 2 more banks. Still nothing. Then, third time's the charm. He got his half dollars. Then after practicing with his new rare coins, he learned that there's a dollar coin that's gigantic. Now he's practicing with it...now I can't take him anywhere.
I thought the disappearing card trick for a week was the most annoying thing, but this tops that because of the irritating clinking sound the coin makes every single time it hits the floor. Can the Husband practice on carpeted floors? Apparently not. Can he limit his practicing to at home so the entire metro area doesn't see me get irritated with him? Also an impossibility. Waiting for a table at a restaurant, waiting for food at a restaurant, in the check-out line at Target, watching the Son play trains at Barnes and Noble, at day care...
The worst part is he's not mastering this one as quickly as he has other tricks...looks like I'm in for a few more weeks of this. Oh the sufferings of a clown's wife!
It's interesting that the Husbands was the one who suggested I post my irritation with him on the Internet. :D