My co-worker and her family took on San Francisco last week. In Chinatown, she met this little man and declared that I must have him:
I love him so hard.
His tag says ‘use method: to dangle.’ And so he shall.
-CJ
The fat man is bringing Kiddo something pretty cool this year:
Microwave S’mores Maker from wrapables.com
“Simply stack your crackers, marshmallow, and chocolate under the cute, hand-like presses, fill the specially-designed water reservoir, and pop it in the microwave for 30 seconds or less. The water will ensure that your s’mores are evenly heated and lip-smackingly delicious!”
What?
Don’t look at me like that. So what if I want some lip-smackingly delicious s’mores? It doesn’t mean this present is more for ME than for my precious precious.
Oh, fuck you.
-CJ
Filed under: toys
Under his watchful eye, my enemies don’t stand a chance. Brinks Schminks. Half inch ninjas are the real home security system.
Surprised you didn’t know that.
-CJ
Filed under: toys
Andy Warhol quote plates from here. We’ve got three of them lining the ledge behind the kitchen sink.
-CJ
I had wanted the Baroness Mighty Mugg because she’s kind of a stud, but also because Kiddo said she looks like me.
Now that I have her…
All I see is Michael Jackson.
-CJ
He knows what you did last night.
And he is pissed.
Now I just need the one that Kiddo thinks looks like me.
This is my new favorite toy:
It’s big, it’s gaudy, it hurts people when you punch them.
I want it in every color.
