Last night (actually it was several nights ago. I've been MIA and unable to post) I was a teensy bit loaded, and therefore full of brilliant ideas.
One of which was, that it would be awesome-rad for me to buy every available url with the word "poop" in it. For Archer. As a 16th birthday present.
Keep in mind, I was not sober. Also keep in mind that when I get a few drinks in me I enjoy perusing the internet for potential awesome website names, like for instance: cameltoejams.com, which is available. Cameltoejam.com has (sadly) been taken.
My husband and I bonded over our mutual need to own random website names. (I owned trapperkeepers.com for years, as well as trapperkeepersoftheabyss.com as well as countless others I have since retired.)
I'm notorious for spending insane amounts of money on late-night infomercials and in my pre-baby days, would come home from the bars and buy whatever the hell was being sold to me on whatever channel happened to be on when I flipped on the TV. Thighmaster? Check. Trimspa? (RIP Anna Nicole) Check. Beavis and Butthead: The Box Set? Check. The thing that's supposed to be like drycleaning your clothes in the laundry, but really not even close? Check. The list goes on. And on. (And on.)
But the other night, I merged my drunk-as-a-skunk shopping needs with my love of twisted website urls with my love for my child. And thought, "I know what I'll get Archer for his 16th birthday! Urls with the word POOP! in them! Yeah. Alright! Good thinking!
The following I thought were EXTRA good:
and of course... mustardpoopinasandwich.com
Yes, indeed. Shopping. For poop sites. For my 20-month-old son's 16th birthday.
Yeah... I'm going to go ahead and side with Meredith on this one.
Moms shouldn't drink. If they're me.