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Kelly trades me "Toylet" for "Parisite"

Traded With: 
Art Car
Kelly and I trade Parisite for Toylet in bARTer Sauce
Kelly and I trade Parisite for Toylet in bARTer Sauce
Kelly and I trade Parisite for Toylet in bARTer Sauce
Kelly and I trade Parisite for Toylet in bARTer Sauce
Kelly's new art car
Doug and Kelly moving the Toylet
bARTer Sauce Trade

Kelly hauled the "Toylet" to the May First Thursday Art Walk.

We've been trying to get together and make the trade all week because she's had it rolling around in her car. It never worked out, so she had to live with a toy-covered toilet rockin' around in the back of her art car. Poor Kelly. She did get to take "Parisite" home, so I think she'll be okay.

I took pictures while she and Doug tried to pull it out of the back of her car. It's the only time it's an advantage to have a neck injury -- when heavy things are being carried around. Phew!

Once again, Kelly and I tried to perfect some "chin forward and down" picture taking method that's supposed to make it so you don't have 100 chins in the picture. We can never get it right because we end up cracking up. You can't really tell though because all the pictures are so blurry.

"Why are they so blurry, Rosalie?"

Well, earlier that day, I was trying to see how much battery was left on the digital camera. I can never figure out how to get that menu up. I also follow a "mash and see what happens" policy when it comes to buttons on electronics. So, Doug got done taking the pictures and said, "Why are they so fuzzy and weird?"

 "Ummmmm...I was trying to get that display to show up earlier so I was just pushing all the buttons at once. Do you think that might have anything to do with it?"

(Doug sighs heavily) "Yeah, probably."

The best part of the night was right after Kelly left. A family was walking by and they stopped, dusted some Kettel Korn off of their kid and brought him in to see the "Toylet." He immediately lifted the lid and started trying to pull the "surprise" out of the bowl. It was awesome.

Then, he walked around cracking up at the Shower Arts that said, "Fart", "Doodie" and "Poop." Yeah! I have the same sense of humor as a five-year-old.