It was in a bookcase I was rearranging.
Dusty....forgotten.
We got this from the Oscar Meyer Weenier truck which passed through our small California town when the kids were little....in other words....a long long time ago.
I dusted the weenie off.....and blew into it........
.
Ozzie, my male dog, immediately ran up to me.
.
"What? " My husband shouted a second later.
.
Hmmmmm.....it seems to attract males.
.
So I blew it again....forcefully.
.
The dog squeaked and wagged his tail.
.
My husband growled from the other room, "Do you need something ?"
.
Whoa.
.
I'm not sure what to use it for.....perhaps I could blow into it when none of the guys are home and all their socks would emerge from all the nooks and corners of our house and line up in a row.
.
Hmmmm.....perhaps I could blow it while driving to work......would men in their cars all line up next to me and create a special Gina motorcade?
.
Hmmmm.....what if I blew it at work....would it sift the genders like a colander.....men all gathered round me........women left somewhere else in the store?
.
What if I climbed the little mountain near my house....and stood on top and blew it so the winds would carry the sounds far far away.
.
Would every man I've known feel an irresistible urge to come down south and find me?
.
Wow.
.
I placed it inside a little box on my desk until I can figure out what to do with it.
~~~~~~~
