So I guess that tomorrow- bright, and early, I will be off to buy a "Clapper" from our local pharmacy beside all of the other "elder" aid products .
That word -"Clapper", just sounds awful - much like an S.T.D. that the school nurse warned us about in our P.E. class - back in 1979.
Ya know I would buy a "Clapper" for myself if I could get one to start the laundry for me,
or maybe the dishwasher.
Now that would be something that I would really want to have.
If it could produce a meal for us by me clapping then I would want to have several.
Heck if that were the case then I would have a clapper in pretty much every outlet in my home doing something productive for me, and creating a bunch of confusion.
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Well, I want a Christmas clapper. I want it to bake those cut-out frosted cookies with the colored sugar and candy decors that my kids can't have Christmas without.
And I want it to Martha Stewartize my whole house and baby-proof it for our little granddaughter (aren't those mutually exclusive?).
LOL about "clapper" sounding like an STD.
Clapper made me think of those wooden things they used to use instead of bells on Good Friday in pre-Vatican II days.
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