My mother in law bought us an evil talking thing. They gave us our gifts in a parking lot when we had dinner with them last weekend. We put our bag full of wrapped goodies in the back seat and headed home, which was a 45 minute drive. After about five minutes something from the back seat started whistling and yelling "are we there yet?". Then it would say "ohh, I'm feeling a little sick here!". I wanted to throw the whole bag out the window, but it would've caused an accident.

I still don't know what it is, as I've refused to unwrap it. I'm looking for someone with a kid to give it to. Hey, Melani, think your kid would like it? I'll bring it for him tomorrow! Every once in a while I kick it out of spite, and the cat hides under the couch for a while.

My in laws usually give me something that says "as seen on TV" on it. I am usually suitably impressed.

All of this is cosmic retribution for the kid-sized hockey stick we once gave a three year old with ADD. He spent all of January trying to kill the cat and beating up people's ankles.