The last couple of days I’ve been talking about life, expectations, and hamburgers.

Well, apparantly I’m not the only one with unrealistic expectations. My son put on his gift wish list that he wanted a “shock gun”. The way this site works is that you can add stuff from any site to your wish list, so I clicked the link and it took me to the site where I could buy it. The description is:

Running around like a couple of kids going “bang bang” with laser guns is, well, quite fun. But where’s the fear? Where’s the adrenalin? If you’re going to play silly buggers there’s got to be an edge - you have to have something to make your heart beat faster. Otherwise you might as well grab a bag of nachos and flop in front of the box.

Well, this Shocking Guns kit adds that vital kick. Two players, two chunky guns, and two ‘target’ plates you wear on your chest are all the kit you need. Now when you shoot your mate (and you better make sure it’s that way round), instead of there just being a lame beep, your mate gets an electric shock through the handle of their gun. Now, how neat is that?!

Shock and AweIs he OUT OF HIS MIND???? Does he actually think I might buy him a gun that would electrocute his friends?

Apparantly so.

And yes, we’re doing Christmas lists (for him) already, but only because we have family overseas and shipping takes a while.

I’m one of these people that gripes every year about Christmas creeping up earlier and earlier. [insert standard rant here] However, Americans should count themselves lucky. At least you have the Thanksgiving barrier. Here we have nothing. I went into a bakers the other day to get some goodies, and they had, I kid you not, bat cookies left over from the day before, I suppose (This was November 1st, I recall), and they also had…. Christmas cakes. I commented on it, and the lady behind the counter said “Well it IS only 8 weeks away. People need the extra time to get ready.”

Statements like this make me think everyone else is planning big banquets and balls. Heck it didn’t take me 8 weeks to plan my wedding. But then that’s the kind of girl I am.

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