That there would by robo-raptor hunting down my i-cat. It's not that I don't love the i-cat, no-sirree! Quite the contrary. But the live cats have all been hunted and now won't come near it and Ruby hides under my chair when she hears the thing move. She liked it at first (and it really likes her, to the point that it will follow her anywhere when we put it on "roam" mode) and even seemed to want to play with it. Until she was sniffing it's face while it was in "hunting" mood and it sniffed her back, then SNAPPED at her. Nope, didn't like that. So now she hides. My favourite thing is to put it in "playful" mood and have DH or DD pet it (it nuzzles you in playful mood) then make it snap at them BWA-Ha-Ha-HAAAAAAAA! It stalked and attacked the plastic bag behind it for almost 20 minutes and I nearly wet myself I thought it was so funny. I wonder about myself sometimes. If I turn on the i-cat and set it on the floor, and put the raptor in hunting mood and set it to roam, it slowly circles the cat and hunts it. Hilarious!
I also got the pasta roller attachment for my kitchen aid, as seen on Iron Chef America LOL. It comes with a fettucini and spaghetti-linguini cutter as well. No more waiting for DH to roll my dough for me! NOODLES FOR EVERYBODY! Okay, that might be a little overboard ;). Dh opened the 'toch free' (no, that is what the package said LOL) can opener this morning and it broke on the first can he tried. There are no real instructions and the package is so poorly translated that we aren't sure what we are supposed to do. The can lid is completely wedged in the opener and we can't get it off. I dug the package out of the garbage and said we will bring it back to the store, can lid and all. I wish his mother would stop buying that junk from a certain store. The clothes are all irregulars (she once bought DH a shirt there and the pocket was sewn on right through all the layers, pinning together the front and the back). The food is expired or close to expiry. None of the electronics work properly. I loved the idea of the electric can opener, mind you, but she just doesn't learn that the place sells crappola.
Speaking of crappola, we got another gift from her - for the both of us. When I see a big box to the both of us from her, it strikes fear into my heart. Because, my dear readers, her taste is all in her mouth (and even there it isn't that great). She usually buys us BIG UGLY things. That are supposed to be displayed in places of honour like my good living room. But frankly, I just can't do it. I just can't. There was the four foot long covered wagon being drawn by broken mismatched horses that was also a lamp and played "roll out the barrel". There were the white plastic lamps with coloured beads stuck in them. There was the chandelier that looked like a giant bunch of orange grapes. Or how about the tapestry, almost six feet across that had Bo Jangles on it? Boy, that was a good one. Try as hard as I might, I cannot keep from showing the shock and revulsion on my face when I open these things so now I refuse to do it. I make DH open them, and I usually excuse myself to the bathroom while he does it. I don't want to see them, I don't want to be part of them, I don't even want to know we have them. And in that spirit, I bring you, THIS.
It's over a foot tall. It lights up. It moves. I live in Canada. There are just no more words.