Happy Friday! Its Party Time!
Here’s a little randomness to get your weekend started off right.
A few weeks ago my sister gifted me with the strangest item – a package of “Party Rats”. This may have been the best gift I’ve ever received. To quote from the package,
What? You haven’t heard of Party Rats!
You’re kidding, right? They’re the best thing to happen to partying since the mirror ball. People of all ages are putting these colorful, plastic, rodent lights on their fingers and waving their hands in the air like they just don’t care.
Each 1 3/4-inches long rat sends out a different colored beam of light, allowing you to create your own personal light show! Also great for the latest computer craze, night blogging!
I’m all about latest crazes…so, Night Blogging? Hells to the yeah!
The Party Rats are cheap mass produced plasticky products – little flashlights shaped like rats, attached to elastic bands so that one might wear them…like flashing rat rings. And they are awesome.
Who thinks of this stuff? Who pitches the idea in a board room? Who signs over the cash to tool the factory to create this madness?
Is there a young entrepreneur out there who can claim to be the “Party Rat Millionaire”?
My 4 year old was instantly enamored of the rats, and proclaimed, “Party Rats are my favorite animal!”
(mine too, little man, mine too.)
He has since named them all: Turtle (the blue one, naturally), Hank, Frank, Ella, and Jack.
I’ve had to perform surgery on 2 of them. (The little elastic bands are held together with what else, but cheap glue. Cheap glue does not stand a chance against a 4 year old.)
One of their lights went out. I’ve convinced the 4 year old that he is “sleeping.”
The reviews on Amazon are really worth a read – some of the best humor writing I’ve come across recently. Enjoy!
*indeed, this is an affiliate link, but one I created
purely for the purpose of sharing these photos and reviews with you.
I’m not sure, but I think the mere existence of the Party Rats may be one of the signs of the end of the world, but I’ll take the Party Rats over a Mashed Potato Slurpee any day.