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:
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.
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 . . .
Fluffernutter Chipos
©www.BakingInATornado.com 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.
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?
ReplyDeleteYou know, you're right about that. I'm getting that change back . . .
DeleteSooo funny! Keep trying, wallet, I can't wait to hear about your further adventures :-)
ReplyDeleteHa ha, I'm hoping Wallet will give up!
DeleteLove the story enjoy your site
ReplyDeleteThanks for this recipe, I can just see hubby on
sunday when I make this for him
Chocolate, chips and diet coke look out
Are you making fun of me? 'Cause I'm OK with that. Thanks for the laugh!
DeleteLook....I have a solution. Get Mr. Wallet a friend. Not sure HOW or WHAT, but it's obvious Mr. Wallet is lonely.....
ReplyDeleteHmmm, Maybe Mr. Wallet needs to meet Ms. Keychain?
DeleteYou 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....
ReplyDeleteGotta love sweet and salty, right? My son just loved these, and I might have liked them myself!
DeleteFluffernutter Chipos look awesome! I would eat that whole thing watchijng football!
ReplyDeleteFunny story too, but I am hungry now!
Or finish them off before the game even starts? That might possibly happen here . . .
DeleteYou 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....
ReplyDeleteOh, how I love your solution. Certainly worth a try.
DeleteCute post! I hope Mr. Wallet stays where is supposed to be for a while.
ReplyDeleteMy son better hope so too.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if my son's wallet and your mobile phone are distant relatives. I may have to try to trace wallet's ancestry.
DeleteI 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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I think you should have a little talk with Mr. Wallet. Let him know how you feel!
DeleteOMG....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
ReplyDeletewhen you figure it out, let me know so I know what to do with mine when he's that age.
Yes, the battle will continue. I'll let you know if I come up with a permanent solution.
DeleteYou are hysterical (and again killing me with that recipe!). Here's to Mr. Wallet staying where he belongs!!
ReplyDeleteYes, 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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