My friend gave me an inch-tall plastic Pooh-bear in a rubbery elephant costume on a string. You can bend the elephant head back and the tiny harder-plastic Pooh pops out.

As I was in the backseat of my parents’ car last nite going to dinner, my inner Chinawoman decided that it’d be a great idea to hang this Pooh toy from the top of my cell phone. I struggled but could not get the string thru the plastic hole on top of the phone. My mother offered me a partially unraveled paperclip to act as plunger. The string was unrelenting. Mom offered to try, so I passed up Elephant Pooh, cell phone, and paperclip. As she struggled, my dad gave helpful advice tips from the driver’s seat. I had a flash of brilliance and used a strand of my hair (I know, ew) to loop thru the string so that I could pull the string thru w/my hair. I attempted to push the hair thru the phone. I couldn’t get the other hair end into the phone. Mom offered to try this technique, too, so I passed up Elephant Pooh, cell phone, and hair. She struggled, also could not get the other end of the hair thru. We gave up. After dinner, when the whole party went to my parents’ house for tea and chatting, my dad used his fishing line in lieu of my hair and completed the project for me. I now have a Pooh in an elephant costume hanging from my cell phone.

As my godbrother would say sarcastically, “That’s sexy.”