Fun with Presidential residences

So this past weekend McMumsy came to stay not for one but for two nights. And I have to say it was quite nice. We watched Barack Obama's speech together, plus a lot of MSNBC, CNN and FOX. Also Project Runway.

On Friday morning we took the T to Quincy where we met Heidi for some geeky fun. First stop was the birthplaces of John and John Quincy Adams, located in a busy intersection. It sort of felt like the houses had fallen from the sky and crushed a couple of mini-marts.

Our tour was led by a Eugene Levy lookalike/Ben Stein ("Bueller. Bueller") soundalike fellow. The houses were more shells with some random pieces of reproduction furniture thrown in here and there than living monuments and the tour guide seemed similarly blah.

Which made what he did in the second house so unexpected. He reached into a reflector oven, once used to cook things on the hearth. Things like...a rubber chicken with bug eyes and a mouth open in a lurid, blow-up dollesque O. "This," said EugeBen LevyStein, drolly, "is what you might imagine the reaction of a chicken to be upon being stuffed in this oven."

At which point he gave the chicken a slooooooooooow squeeze and let go. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," said the chicken. "And this is probably how he'd sound," said EugeBen. McMumsy, Heidi and I all laughed. Nobody else made a peep. We moved on.

As we exited the house Heidi thanked the tour guide. His response, in his same droll voice and before shutting the door behind her, was "Ta."

Priceless.