Well Trout faithful...another holiday is complete number 38 for me specifically. The gifts have been opened, the toys assembled, all the bbq smokies, bbq meatballs, deli trays, veggie trays, develed eggs, ham, turkey, cheese, crackers, cookies, pies, eggnog, baileys, and beer have been consumed. The kids have all their toys scattered throughout our home, you can't walk a foot in any direction without stepping on a toy, tripping on a toy, kicking a toy, etc. Ah yes that joyful time of year has passed.
I thought I was going to be able to make it through a Christmas without something to point at and yell aaaaaaargh!!! I was wrong. Ya know what the one thing is that pisses me off during Christmas? It's not the stupid people all around me doing things that aggravate the hell out of me, it's not the dipshit drivers, it's not the writer's that create the rip off bootleg modern versions of the holiday classics (yes I am still quite whipped up about the whole harrassment thing in a Peanuts holiday special), the one thing that makes my blood boil is the packaging that these damn toys come in. Who the hell packages these toys. Here it is Christmas morning and my kids have come downstairs to see all the wonderful things that Santa has brought them whilst they were snuggled in their beds, and it's impossible to get the damn things out of those packages. These toys are secured in the carboard so well, we parents have to run out to the garage and get the following: A knife, carboard cutter, pliers, screw drivers, wire cutters, drill, hammer, torch, jackhammer, and when all that fails we have to bust into the C4 just to get these fucking toys out of the package. All the while your kids are screaming because it is taking you an extraordinary amount of time (a lifetime from a kids perspective) to get the toy out of the package, and then god forbid you have "some assembly required" after that. I'd like to find out who these chuckle heads are that create this packaging and but them sum' bitchez in the mush.
Happy New Year everyone.
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It must suck to have a happy, drooling toddler when you start trying to break into the package for "Beat-the-everloving-shit-out-of-me Elmo" and discover that when you're finished the kid is shaving.
His back.
Or her back.
Ew.
It creates a level of stress the likes you've never known.
My all-time favorite packaging is the plastic packs that are sealed around the edges. I have, however, found the perfect household tool to beat it - a can opener. The regular ol' twist kind. Works like a charm, plus no danger of slicing or stabbing yourself with scissors trying to get the damn things open!
Happy New Year!
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