dys·func·tion /dɪsˈfʌŋkʃən/ [dis-fuhngk-shuhn]–noun
1. Medicine/Medical . malfunctioning, as of an organ or structure of the body. 2. any malfunctioning part or element: the dysfunctions of the country's economy. 3. Sociology . a consequence of a social practice or behavior pattern that undermines the stability of a social system.

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Boomerang Bullet

Just prior to Christmas  I wrote a blog called "Dodged Another Bullet" that was entirely about how I have a fear of repeat gifts but how, at that time, even if a gift was repeated that I would have given it first, making the other person the repeater.

What I didn't consider ladies and gentlemen, was the one-upper-repeater.

The deadliest of all gift givers.

Santa had brought Shake'n'Bake a colouring desk so she could get up off the floor with her crayons and books.

It was the biggest present under the tree and she was excited to open it.

(These pictures are for emphasis only...these aren't the real ones.)

Picture from here.

Santa brought her a nice little desk - table and stool, nothing too fancy, but she's only two years old.

I was pretty happy.


Shake'n'Bake opened an even bigger present under a different tree.

This desk exploded into bright colours and happy-funness.

Once again...not the real item.
Desk picture from here. Starburst from here.

Imagination-stimulating brightness, kid-friendly storage, and an overall appearance that screams "PLAY WITH ME!"

This desk had Santa's beat.

I hid it upstairs in the loft.

"Oh, she can play with it when she gets a little bigger."

"She doesn't need two desks right away..."

"When Splat starts to colour she can have the Santa desk
and Shake'n'Bake can use the new one."

And other various excuses spewed from my mouth.


I was so happy with Santa's choice of desk, and now it looks like poo.

Poo with sprinkles...

Poo picture from here.



I'm gonna have to sell it.

Spring garage sale, here we come!

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