Thursday, May 22, 2008

And The Winner Is...

Well, it's time to close the poll. I have to say that I got many more guesses than I expected and they spanned a much wider...variety than I expected. I'll go through the garage and see if I can find some piece of house history to send on to the winner (because there was one). Something not too valuable or too crummy, but something worthwhile. No guarantees though.

As I said, we found out what it was because Ms. Huis talked to the neighbors about it. Now, it didn't come up in conversation because my wife said, "My husband has this crazy fixation with a stupid picture. What's this round thing?" The conversation came up because our oldest daughter was playing on the round thing that got moved to the neighbors' yard.

Yup, it was a trampoline. When the renters lived here, they had it, and when they decided to move on, they didn't want to move the trampoline, so they sold it to the neighbors.

Congratulations to Pusher for the correct guess. Also, second place clearly goes to NoNick. And I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the guesses.

Hope everyone has a warm, sunny, fun and safe Memorial Day weekend (if you live in the U.S.).


Pusher said...

...Seriously? I was kind of kidding with that guess.

Mr. Kluges said...

I imagine you were hoping it was a giant wheel of cheese?

Pusher said...

That would have been AWESOME. Totally a Mammoth Cheese contender.

Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weighing Over 7,000 Pounds
by James McIntyre

We have seen thee, Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze --
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.

All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial Show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.

Cows numerous as a swarm of bees --
Or as the leaves upon the trees --
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.

May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World's show at Paris.

Of the youth -- beware of these --
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek; then songs or glees
We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.

We'rt thou suspended from baloon,
You'd cast a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.