Aren't Cool Inventions the Best?

Let's  just get it out on the table:  I didn't post yesterday.  Trust me, I have already beat myself up enough about this.  I know what you want to say, you want to tell me that half of the success in this life is being able to make and keep commitments, and that I made a commitment to blog everyday.  How will I ever be a great writer if flake out on the commitment to write everyday?  And yet here I am, not writing.  I have lots of excuses, but you know what they say, excuses are like armpitts, everyone has them and they all stink (another body part works well in this saying too).  So, what I'm trying to say is that I am sorry, and will do better.

With that out of the way, let's move on to today's blog post.  Have you see one of these:



It's a cookie gun.  My wife and I got it for our wedding, neither of us knew what it was, and we had a lot of fun making perfectly shaped butter cookies on our honeymoon.  It's really a pretty neat little contraption, and an "outside the box thinking" invention if you ask me. 

"We need to make cookies the exact shape and size, but rolling dough takes a lot of space and time.  How do we fix that?"

"Let's put dough in a tube and shove it through the cookie cutter so that it globs on the other side in the shape we want."

I dunno, maybe I'm just simple minded, but I think it's pretty brilliant.

So, last night, my wife decided to make cookies and I decided to marry her, so in a roundabout way, I guess I wanted to make cookies too...  and I thought it was a great idea, so I did it with her.  I must be simple minded, because no matter how many times I watch the Teppanyaki chef, the juggler, the beat boxer, the parquor-er, and the cookie gun, I am always amazed.  I stare and think, my goodness that is cool.  How did someone think of it?  This amazement still didn't stop me from complaining about the cookie making, but I was amazed.  We made butter cookies in the shape of trees, wreaths, and we think snow flakes (someof the patterns are a little sketch as to what they are supposed to be).  Either way, we made them.  They're done.  We can eat them now.

So, I guess this one goes out to my fellow simpletons, isn't cool stuff the best?