Happy holidays, everyone! I know we’re still two months away from Santa’s visit, but no one told my mailman or the companies that have already sent me over a dozen catalogs with gift-giving ideas. Can you guess which of the following items are legit and which ones I made up? Read on, to find out.
Remote-control candles: What a dreamy idea. Instead of an aromatic wax candle to set a romantic mood, you dig around in the sofa cushions looking for a remote to click on the artificial illumination. The ad says the LED lights last 100,000 hours, which is more snuggling than I had in mind for the rest of my life.
‘No poop’ sign: This nifty lawn ornament is a large silhouette of a dog leaving a deposit on your front lawn. The word NO is printed in big gold letters on the squatting canine, a warning to people walking their pooches that your grass area is off limits for their pets’ daily business. Of course, since dogs can’t read, the sign makes Rover think this is exactly the place he’s supposed to go.
Double-barreled marshmallow crossbow: Get it before the Democrats pass toy gun control legislation. Completely harmless, unless marshmallows are toasted and contain a hot sticky center. Not recommended at airport checkpoints or diabetes support group meetings.
The talking measuring cup: Yes, a chatty measuring device, the perfect gift for men who refuse to follow directions in the car or when preparing a recipe. As you mix ingredients, a female voice informs you how much flour, milk or water you have added and when to stop. It’s the same woman’s voice as your GPS. What if you add way too much salt by mistake? “Recalculating, recalculating … add three more pounds of ground beef.”
The six-foot-tall teddy bear: This life-like stuffed bear is the perfect gift for any child, unless he or she just watched a story on the news about a lone hiker in Yosemite National Park who was mauled by a grizzly.
Seashell toilet seats: Easy to attach, this decorative commode replacement has preserved sea creatures embedded inside the Plexiglas frame. And what’s more comforting than the very thought that your bare bottom is about to make contact with shells, seahorses and starfish?
The remote-control tarantula: Perfect for bullies, sadists, and practical jokers with absolutely no sense of decency. Comes in black, jet black, ebony and midnight blue.
Dog dung vacuum: Why carry a little plastic bag that could weigh as much as half an ounce and cost close to a nickel, when for $200.00 you can tote the Dog Dung Vacuum, which is the size of a leaf blower? The manufacturer says that after you use it, it stores unobtrusively in the hall closet, but neighbors who see you in their yard will tell the cops you were walking your toy poodle armed with an assault weapon.
Hands-free hair regenerator: This device fits over your cranium and then zaps you with rejuvenating lasers, because if there’s one thing that will make hair grow (claims the manufacturer), it’s a little photo-bio-stimulation. The device is 100 percent hands-free, which allows you to scratch your head, wondering why you blew $700.00 on this ridiculous item.
Guess what? These are all actual products. Maybe you’ll get lucky Christmas morning.
Columns
Take this early holiday shopping quiz
- Columns
-
-
Shades of gray and blue
I spent last week gallivanting around Tennessee and North Carolina with my young’uns. I am a full-blooded Hoosier, but I spent a good portion of my growing up years down South.
-
Retiring minds want to know
My wife was confident that her retirement would be an easy transition to make. One day she would be hard at work at the office; then suddenly, she wouldn’t be.
-
Would you rather...
Having a 5-year-old boy, I am reminded of how much kids like gross stuff. I don’t know what it is about bodily functions, and disgusting activities that appeals to the younger set. Right now, we are in that stage where little brother picks his nose and then chases sister around with “booger hands.” Hearing her scream, you’d think he was lunging at her with an ax, but apparently booger germs are worse.
-
Breathing easy
This is a humor column about a serious medical concern. Everything turned out fine, but this is my one chance to write funny stuff about my own lung biopsy. I hope.
-
Only a daddy would ...
In my uncle’s office there hangs a framed cross-stitch that reads, “Anybody can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a Daddy.”
-
But for the grace of sod
I’m a competitive person. For example, I obsess about how my lawn looks in comparison to others on my block. I noticed some bare spots recently, so I addressed the issue with a trip to a local nursery.
-
New table leads to old tradition
A dinner table surrounded by family and friends has been a symbol of American life since the first Thanksgiving. Sitting down each evening and discussing the day’s events over a hearty pot roast is a tradition that continues in many homes today.
-
An icy relationship
According to the Associated Press, the biggest issue men have when hooking up with women in Iceland is not that the ladies are frigid. The men can be a little frosty themselves — but temperature is relative. The problem is
-
Is that all?
“Are you people actually arguing over a doughnut?” my teenage daughter inquired from the backseat.
-
They’ve got my number
For the longest time, I had a label on my cellphone displaying the mobile number so if I lost the device the person who found it could call me. I realized how incredibly dumb this was when I left it at Ace Hardware one day and when I finally went back and found it, I had 24 messages from people who wanted me to know that it was “right here” in Lawn and Garden by the azaleas.
-
Shades of gray and blue



