The Macaroni and Cheese Bites we had as an appetizer the other day.
I wanted to hate them…
But damn it, they were great.
I know!
But they were cheesy, and oohey, and gooey and… damn it!
Great.
What made it even worse was serving the stupid things with a little tub of melted herb cheese sauce for dipping.
I know!
Fried mac and cheese, dipped in cheese.
Double damn it!
We’re all doomed.
But we’re the ones who were cursed by the Lord of Crap lucky enough to receive a poop drone for Christmas.
I can see you seething….. green with envy.
(Or is it brown in this case?)
Because who hasn’t dreamed of holding a levitating pile of poop in the palm of their hand?
(Okay everyone, including me. But admit it… you’re wondering how utterly horrible truly wonderful it could be.)
Eager to heave it in the trash get started, I searched for directions.
There weren’t many… I mean heck, how complicated can poop be?
I admit it was a little disconcerting to have a pile of poop watch me blog.
Especially when it started glowing red.
(Red poop is usually not a good thing…. or so I’ve been told.)
After a short charge, it was ready for a test flight.
And Holy Hell!
That poop can really go.
I was expecting a quiet little puff of air and some marginal movement….
But that little sucker really takes flight.
And it’s not exactly quiet either…
Sadly… you can’t control it. The poop has a mind of it’s own.
Which is too bad, because the possible household applications of flying poop are limitless.
Annoying door to door salesmen? Send the drone to answer that incessant knocking.
Unexpected mother in law visit? Program the drone to buzz behind her ear and get twisted in her blue hair as she tells you the proper way to cook her son’s meals.
Neighbor’s dog keeps defecating in your flower bed? When the flying poop rises up behind him he’ll have a heart attack. Problem solved.
Get yours today while supplies last.
Tell ’em River sent you.
Yeah, whatever.
I’m not big on the retrospective “best of (insert year) ” posts. And I’d never bore you with all the New Year’s resolutions I plan to break. (or most likely, have already broken.) Don’t “tag” me with the 20 questions game, I won’t play. Throwback Thursday, What The Hell Wednesday and Seriously, Who Cares Saturday are not my thing. That doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy reading yours.. ( well… I might not, but if it’s Saturday you won’t care. And that’s a beautiful thing.)
I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drum.. (and yes, the occasional Mariachi Band. But only if the margaritas are stellar.) …so you’re more apt to find a blog about flying poop than profound thoughts on the coming New Year on my page this week.
But I did want to take a minute to say thank you.
Thank you for reading, for following, for laughing and most of all? Thank you for making me feel welcome in the few months that I’ve been here. I’ve been blogging for longer than I care to remember and have had a lot of sites die from underneath me. While I sincerely hope that was poor management or low readership numbers and not the direct result of my setting up shop there…. (Damn. Did I really kill them all? If so, let me apologize in advance for dooming this wonderful site to a fiery end.) … you lot have made me feel welcome at WordPress, and for that I’m grateful.
So here’s to another year of crazy.
Of finding the ridiculous and sharing it.
Another year of irony.
Of adventure.
And of friendship.
Most definitely of that.
Thanks for being my tribe.
Saturday night found us at our friend’s house… she of the annual weirdo Xmas tree.
By the time we arrived, this year’s forest had sprouted a cat.
There was a small Seussian tree in the dining room…
And shrub Santas by her back door.
The Santas made me smile..
The chipped paint on the steps made me twitch. (Yes, I literally twitched. The husband had to ask if I was alright.) **Note to self – buy friend a gallon of paint for her birthday next month**
We drank, had dinner, drank, and exchanged gifts a week late.
Naturally, the exchange made us laugh.
One of my gifts to her is on the left. A crazy lace agate pendant…
One of her gifts to me? On the right….. a crazy lace agate pendant.
This is what happens when you know your friends too well.
And if that wasn’t bad enough?
I gave her husband the new Game of Thrones book…..
Which she then gave to me.
(This was probably funnier after the 3 margaritas and 1 raspberry martini I had, but you get the idea.)
And then….
Then my husband opened one of his gifts.
And I almost fell off the chair.
Remember my recent blog about poop products?
Oh, yes…
We are now the envy of our neighbors and have a Hovering Poop drone of our very own.
Don’t be jealous.
You know there will be a blog totally devoted to this very soon, and I will share the joy.
Because really.
How can I not?
River's world..... 