Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Making a Run For It

To those of you who usually read me, I hope you’ll bear with me today. Sometimes I get in these moods and you just don’t know where my mind will go. Today it seems to have taken a sharp left turn. So you’re going to get a little peek inside my head and I just want to warn you, this could get interesting.

I’m publishing a Guest Post. Well, of sorts. You see, some strange stuff has been going on around here. And I am not amused. So to get to the bottom of it all, I had to go right to the source.

Readers, I’d like to introduce you to my son’s wallet:


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Hey, how ya doin’?

My name is Wallet. Yeah, original, I know. Make fun all you want, I didn’t name me. Anyway, I got called over here to explain myself. Apparently Ms. Tornado disapproves of my behavior lately. Truth be told with the things I’ve seen her kids do, I think she’s got other things to worry about besides me. But here I am explaining myself anyway.

So let me just start by asking Ms. Tornado this. You ever been a wallet? Didn’t think so. Maybe you shouldn’t be judging me if you don’t know what it’s like to be me.

Where is it that you think I live? I spend my day, pretty much all day EVERY day, stuck under someone’s A$$. Yes, I live in a back pocket. I am filled way past my capacity and then shoved into a too-small pocket. And as if that’s not enough fun, the kid sits on me. Every now and then he goes to the bathroom and does he carefully remove me and place me in a safe spot? NO. He just drops trou and smacks my head against the floor.

So one day a few weeks ago he’s getting into the car at a fast food restaurant. Do you really want me to talk about how much MORE fun spending the day where I do is after a visit to a fast food restaurant? Thought not. So he’s getting into his car, fumbling for his keys and there it is: opportunity.  You bet I took it. Slid right down to the ground and played dead. And it worked, he drove off.

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 Fluffernutter Chipos


Just when I thought I was free, a lady picked me up. And honestly, as sad as I was, it wasn’t a total loss. I mean, my new home could be a nice comfy purse. I might even get to snuggle up to a make-up case {wink, wink}. But she took me inside and handed me over to the manager. And did I get to live out my life under the counter of a fast food restaurant? No such luck. In walked my owner and guess where he put me? Yup, right back into that pocket.

But I had a little taste of freedom and I wanted more. I knew I’d try again. I waited a week, though. You know, just to give everyone a sense of security. But then that second opportunity presented itself and I went for it. Nearly drowned too. Apparently that big thing is a washing machine. I actually snuck into it easily, in the pocket of a pair of jeans. Went for the ride of my life too, in the wave pool to beat all wave pools. But I nearly drowned and when the ride was over Ms. Tornado found me in there flopped over on my belly like a dead fish. And she was not amused.

My most recent effort was in the car. He put me in the cup holder and there was this space between the seats right there. Calling my name, I swear. Just one sharp turn of a corner and I was on my way. Or so I thought. Turns out I have a mean case of motion sickness. Puked out all the change in me all over that car floor. Sorry about that Ms. Tornado, but the situation didn’t exactly turn out the way I planned either. ‘Cause I am right back where I started.

And you can be as angry as you want, Ms. Tornado, but this is fair warning: tomorrow’s another day . . . 

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Fluffernutter Chipos
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Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
2 cups Potato Chips, thicker chips work better
¾ cup chocolate chips
¾ cup creamy peanut butter
¾ cup Marshmallow fluff (crème)
3 small Butterfingers candy bars, crushed
 
Directions:
*Place the potato chips on your serving dish
* Place the chocolate chips in a microwave safe bowl and microwave for 30 seconds, stir, and continue in 10 second intervals until the chocolate is smooth. Put into a sandwich bag.
*Place the peanut butter into another microwave safe bowl and microwave for 10 to 15 seconds. Put into another sandwich bag.
*Place the fluff into another microwave safe bowl and microwave for 10 seconds. Place into a third sandwich bag.
*Snip just the corner of the sandwich bags and use that hole to drizzle the chocolate, then peanut butter, then fluff, then chocolate again over the chips.
*Garnish the center with the crushed Butterfingers. 

24 comments:

  1. I hope you called "finders keepers" on that change floating around in that car! After all, isn't that the car that was stolen from you?

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    1. You know, you're right about that. I'm getting that change back . . .

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  2. Sooo funny! Keep trying, wallet, I can't wait to hear about your further adventures :-)

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  3. Love the story enjoy your site
    Thanks for this recipe, I can just see hubby on
    sunday when I make this for him
    Chocolate, chips and diet coke look out

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    1. Are you making fun of me? 'Cause I'm OK with that. Thanks for the laugh!

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  4. Look....I have a solution. Get Mr. Wallet a friend. Not sure HOW or WHAT, but it's obvious Mr. Wallet is lonely.....

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  5. You are to funny! What a clever blog post. As soon as I saw this picture of awesome sugar & salty goodness, you had me hooked and I just HAD to check it out!!! Nom nom nom....

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    1. Gotta love sweet and salty, right? My son just loved these, and I might have liked them myself!

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  6. Fluffernutter Chipos look awesome! I would eat that whole thing watchijng football!

    Funny story too, but I am hungry now!

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    1. Or finish them off before the game even starts? That might possibly happen here . . .

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  7. You lady, are very clever :) Awesome way to do this post. Maybe Mr. Wallet is just too heavy for your son, and you should lighten the load a bit? Not that your son would care for that solution....

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  8. Cute post! I hope Mr. Wallet stays where is supposed to be for a while.

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  9. I think your son's wallet has been conspiring with my mobile phone. That bloody thing takes every chance it gets to do a runner from my pocket, I spend the entire time scooping its insides off the road and madly putting it back together again.

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    1. I wonder if my son's wallet and your mobile phone are distant relatives. I may have to try to trace wallet's ancestry.

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  10. I love random acts of kindness ... and I'm so happy that Mr Wallet gets to go back to living under your son's ass for eternity. Ungrateful little bastard. He could be still hanging out in the road, run over a few hundred times, rained on and blown around. Geez!

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    1. I think you should have a little talk with Mr. Wallet. Let him know how you feel!

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  11. OMG....I just can't what a great idea for a post...but sad about the inspiration. Maybe a chain attached from the wallet to his jeans??? Or perhaps around his neck, LOL

    when you figure it out, let me know so I know what to do with mine when he's that age.

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    1. Yes, the battle will continue. I'll let you know if I come up with a permanent solution.

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  12. You are hysterical (and again killing me with that recipe!). Here's to Mr. Wallet staying where he belongs!!

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    1. Yes, my life would all be a lot easier if I didn't have to add chasing Mr. Wallet to my schedule on a regular basis.

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