And Then I Passed Out...

Round about the time I was spending inordinate amounts of time wearing this get up:

and 

Dad was wearing this get up:

Wilson Lumber had a Grand Opening for the new building. 

There was a coke truck, a helium tank, and a popcorn wagon.

Helium is like electricity to me. 

It know it exists but I don't understand how or why it works. 

The world is full of mysteries. 

Electricity is magic and all that business.

Anyway...

The helium tank was a fun place to hang out. 

It was near the popcorn machine and who ever had been talked into to wearing the pink panther costume that day. 

It was especially fun once I discovered what would happen when I sucked the helium.

Come on, that voice is funny!

I'm sure I'm remembering the story completely correctly when I say that I was innocently standing next to the helium tank when my brother Robb and my cousin Eric began to encourage me to suck the helium. 

Robb and Eric: It's a combination that results in all kinds of tomfoolery.

Yes, what happened next was 100% their fault. 

The more helium I sucked the funnier my voice sounded and so I just kept sucking and they just kept encouraging it.

Unfortunately, at this point my head began to feel really heavy.

Which, can I just say, is weird because it makes balloons so light...

I didn't heed that as a warning sign and just kept using the helium. 

The next thing I knew I was in a different part of the store waking up in my Mom's lap.

I had passed out!

I had passed out and they had to carry me to my Mom. 

Crazy.

We bought a helium tank at Party City yesterday for a big Fall shin dig we had. 

It was pink. 

I just love helium. 

Or He on the Periodic Table of the Elements.

Who couldn't love something that results in balloons?

And funny voices?

And passing out?

Oh...

Well, you should just ignore that last one.