As I am sure anyone who has spent notable time with Helga before can tell you; everything is different once you have her.
My wife interrogated me when I brought her home; clearly feeling the natural female reaction to such a wondrous creation.
- 'Why is she clothed in half body paint and half grass skirt?'
- 'How did such a tropical woman end up with a name like Helga?'
- 'Where did she get that hat?'
... seemingly endless questions. This and statements such as 'not in the house!' caused me to be fearful after a time that I would need to separate them for fear of physical aggression.
In the end I feel confident a mutual respect was reached when Richelle allowed Helga to live in our garage... AND was so concerned with her physical well being to recommend I cover her with something (I presume to protect her from any risk of damage).
Feel free to swing by and visit!