What the Hell Were They Thinking??

Doggie Doo the game. Heard of it? If not, watch this…

Seriously? What the hell were they thinking? I mean, I get that kids (and roughly 89% of adult males) think that farting, pooping, and anything remotely fart/poop related is deliriously funny, but this game has crossed a serious line. I mean, who thinks up something like this? And better yet, who is actually going to spend money on it? I can certainly think of better ways to spend $25, but apparently a lot of other folks can’t. There are people that are actually going out and buying this garbage, saying that their kids begged them for it.

I don’t know about you, but if Cadence starts begging for the Doggie Doo game, I’ll give her a pair of rubber gloves and a plastic bag and tell her to march her happy ass right out into the yard and start picking up some of Electra’s land mines. That’s the gift that will keep on giving, because Electra can sometimes drop up to three piles a day.

Sad thing is, apparently Doggie Doo is a pretty shitty toy (oh yes, pun most definitely intended). Review after review online all talk about how apparently the plastic doggie has some severe constipation issues.

Perhaps they need to come out with a sequel–Doctor Doggie Doo–where the players get a chance to try their hands at performing surgery to remove the intestinal obstruction in their very own imaginary veterinary office. They could wear real surgical masks, and maybe it could spray blood. You know, because a toy that shits should also shoot blood. I mean, why not, right? If we’re going to go for the grossness factor, we might as well go all way.

365 Project – Day 305 – That There’s Conjunctivitis

Rango: Woah! Are you sure you’re fit for duty there, soldier?
Sergeant Turley: What?
Rango: Well, you’ve uh…got a little somethin’ in your eye there.
Sergeant Turley: Oh, that? [pointing to his good eye] That there’s conjunctivitis. It’s hereditary.
Rango: Oh! Well…I’m glad to hear it’s not contagious.

Contrary to popular belief, you cannot get Pink Eye from someone farting on your pillow, or from Scott Baio…well, unless Scott Baio has Pink Eye himself and goes out of his way to share his germs with you.

Pink Eye (aka Conjunctivitis) is actually just a swelling and inflammation of the eye membranes caused by anything from viruses, bacteria and even allergies, and unless you actually come face to face with some pink-eyed joker who sticks his finger in his own crusty eye and then rubs it in yours, you are pretty much left guessing where you managed to pick up the nasty little germs in question.

I’ve always had sensitive eyes, which meant my share of eye infections over the years. The biggest culprit was the night I accidentally fell asleep in my contact lenses. When I woke the next morning, they had darn near fused themselves to my eyeballs. I managed to peel them off, but ended up looking like on of the red-eyed zombies from the horror film 28 Days Later for the next week or so.

Yeah, that sucked, but I learned my lesson.

When Steven’s left eye started itching yesterday, we really didn’t think much of it. But by the time he woke this morning, he decided that a trip to the doctor for some antibiotic ointment was definitely in order.

Of course, I made him pose for a few photos first. 🙂 He’s such a good sport!

Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to my dear husband. Here’s hoping he says goodbye to his Pink Eye soon!

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