Bon'Quisha and Fabio

I mentioned the owl vase in the last post, so I thought it was necessary I explain the situation. My grandma, who we'll call Marty (another good story for another post, right Kelsie Jo?), found me an owl vase, probably at one of the many resale shops she frequents. I'm obsessed with owls, not only because I'm in Chi Omega and that's one of our symbols, but because they're really cool birds. So anyone that knows and loves me gives me owl presents or sends me pictures of them. I have an owl pillow pet, owl stickers, owl notebooks and folders, owl clothes, owl jewelry, owl wal hangings, an owl calendar, owl frames, owl nick-knacks, owl magnets, an owl change purse, owl pens, a bouncing owl that looks like my bouncing witch from Germany--they bounce together in Harry Potter harmony, and an owl puzzle, etc. And Mym and Papa crochet me adorable little owls that sit perched on my bunk like so:

So my dearest Marty bought me a vase that I now keep all my tea bags in. I hadn't named him thus far, and I've decided that's kind of a crime, so just now I decided to name him Bon'Quisha and to name this Mini-Me-type guy Fabio. Fabio is her lover and best friend. But he only speaks German and she only speaks Ebonics--so their love is expressed through stoic looks, winks, and hoots. These are the glorious Bon'Quisha and Fabio:

And Cinnie Minnie hates them in a similar way that she hates the name Cancer Cabanas. She says "it's" creepy. THEY'RE ACTUALLY ADORABLE FOR YOU'RE INFORMATION, HO! One day I came home from class AND BON'QUISHA AND FABIO WERE GONE! I knew she was the culprit and I called her and said "Where is my owl vase?!" (I hadn't selected a name yet, of course.) And she just laughed and said "I don't know what you're talking about." So I went on a 30 second hunt in which I crossed all boundaries of roommate privacy and found them in her desk drawer amidst papers. I cradled them and told them Mommy still loved them.

So now Cinnie Minnie doesn't hide them from me, but she tries to cover them up with items from our shelves so they can't "look at" her. I kindly remind her that they're adorable, that they are inanimate, and then I wink at them when she's not looking.