Who on earth is the mother of Ted Mosby’s children? Like the rest of the world, I’m clueless! Every episode just leaves a trace of tricky hints that complicates the entire puzzle, leaving viewers either hungry for more or just annoyed at being kept hanging. I’m neither though.
I’m not going to pretend that I’m a How I Met Your Mother fan. Because I’m not. Everytime I hear the name “Ted Mosby,” Mr. Mosby, the black hotel manager in The Suite Life of Zack and Cody is the first person who comes in mind. Disney beats CBS forever (pumps fists in the air)! I only watch the show sporadically when nothing good is on and it’s unavoidable since practically every English-speaking local channel in the Philippines airs it. Watching Neil Patrick Harris and Alyson Hannigan also always takes me back to Starship Troopers (yes, Barney was a bug psychic before becoming the ultimate playah) and Buffy The Vampire Slayer (remember lesbian witch Willow?). Both are awesome by the way. How I Met doesn’t have gooey bugs or a hot vampire named Spike, but its quirky characters and witty dialogue are undeniably entertaining.
Let’s not stray off topic here. I’m not about to launch a philosophical discussion on Barney’s womanizing ways or analyze Marshall and Lily’s psychotic relationship. It’s that yellow umbrella that got me to write about a sitcom I barely even watch.
Yellow is my favorite color since kindergarten (now that’s loyalty!). And my mom, the great buyer of anything “cute” buys well, anything cute. When she saw these exquisite dual-toned parasols in Celine in shades of red, purple, blue, and yellow, she bought all versions immediately. Never mind that they cost 700 pesos a piece–the cute value was too much to pass. They not only looked nice against the colorless rain, they looked nice hanging in the rack too! Of course, I took unofficial ownership of the yellow one, the most impractical of all four. The one most susceptible to dirt and mildew, the one most easy to spot (hello umbrella-less thieves!). Unlike the “Mother” though, I can’t just leave my yellow umbrella at a party waiting for Mr Right to pick it up. Number 1: My mother would kill me; Number 2: It’s out of stock in Celine, the collection would be broken!
But I’m not totally immune to the power of the yellow umbrella. I’ve given one away before, it signifying true love and love forever. Hahaha. And because of that foolish naive act, I”ve just proven sitcoms are indeed fictional. And there I was thinking Barney was real. As How I Met progressed and the El Nino phenomenon spawned, I forgot about yellows and umbrellas. But the surprise comeback of the rainy season shifted my attention has shifted once again to my yellow umbrella (the one I didn’t give away, the one from Celine). I thought of the many rains it’s protected me from, the colds it warded off, the security, safety, comfort, and warmth (sorta) that it provided. I’m amused at how I was able to give all that away so easily. But now I have it back and I wonder if I can give it away one last time…
…Yup! Easy! Hahaha… but I better look for a cheaper yellow umbrella… one my mom won’t look for.
*Hello cryptic entry!