Hide and Po Seek

Those of you who know us in real life are probably aware that the roomie and I, having been friends since we were little girls, share not just the bond of near-sisterhood but also the bond of...weirdness. We do silly things, many of them so ridiculous and deeply "in-joke" in nature that unfortunately, any explanation of said things to those on the outside would have to be so complex and detailed as to strip them entirely of their entertainment value. You would be left staring blankly at us, and possibly experiencing an inner "Aha!" moment with respect to the eternal question of why she and I are both still single.

I can tell you this, though: we take turns hiding a Po.

Like many of our best long standing jokes, I have no memory of how this even started (though I have a sneaking suspicion Deborah may have been involved at some point, as she is in so many of our other adventures). Anyway, Po -- pictured above, one of the annoying Teletubbies of PBS fame -- is a six-inch red plastic doll that somehow ended up living at our apartment, despite the fact neither of us has children.

We take turns hiding him in the apartment, sometimes so effectively that neither of us remembers where he is or who last hid him until several months later, when it's finally cold enough to wear that jacket with the big pockets, or when one of us gets around to cleaning out her filing cabinet (only to discover a suspicious file folder labeled "Po").

I mention this today because it's my turn; Po has been staring at me for several days now and I am currently alone in the apartment (muwahahahaaaa). But I also mention it because I am not only grateful to enjoy the kind of friendship that makes this weirdness acceptable, but because this article (HT: cube) puts us in good company.