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November 03, 2005
DOLL-ICIDE
So the Festa delle Morte has come and gone. Local holiday where everybody goes a visiting the dead at the local cemetery. The morning of said festa (that's party in local speak) all the little boys and girls awaken to find presents (toys/shoes/moretoys etc) under their respective beds. Presents from their dead relatives.
In previous years I've been able to stop the zombie shoppers from entering my home but alas. Resistance was futile (and it didn't help that Kiddo's new teacher majored in Brainwashing of the Youth) and it was my motherly duty to get a freaking toy.
I don't mind buying a toy for the Kiddo. I gave it much thought, what would she like? What does not make noise? What does not have a eleventybillion pieces to step on or have to pick up? I got her a My Little Pony. She's at that age where she is love with horses and has a small herd of them (yes Seven she still has the ones you sent :)) . So she wakes me up around 5am with the wrapped package in hand.
Mommy! Huh? Mommy! The dead guys brought me a present! Oh. How did the dead guy get dead? Mumble. Mommy! Huh? Can I open it? Go ahead. A glance at the clock confirms it's an ungodly hour of still dark outside. OHWOWOWOW!! MY LITTLE PONY!! I LOVE IT SOVERYMUCH! Good. Go back to bed. She goes back to her room. I hear her rounding up the herd and making really loud horsey noises.
Yesterday my MIL calls. What do I get Kiddo? Nothing. She doesn't need anything. She got a horse. Just a horse? But..NOTHING. Today, while waiting for the coffee to brew the doorbell buzzes. It's the FIL, I drop the bucket. Up comes more freakin dead guy presents. I can smell wicked coming.
Pass the package off to the kid while I go finish getting dressed. Walk back into the living room and am assaulted by the most disgusting stink I’ve ever smelled. WTF?? OMG! I killed Rosey!! Wasn’t that. It was a dolly. Not a Bratz/Babs/PollyPockets but a big freaky plastic head squishy body doll with highly flammable pajamas on. A baby. That stinks. The label says “profumato” (perfumed). Perfumed with what I’d like to know, toxic waste?
This thing leaves a snail trail of scent like those women who put on so much perfume you can smell them five minutes after they have walked by. If you touch this thing the stink sticks to you. Whatever it touches STINKS. It’s giving me a headache. It makes me want to hurl. GAH. Not only is it a doll which I have told her REPEATEDLY not to get for Kiddo, it’s a STINKYASSBABYDOLL.
Damn thing should come with a Hazmat warning. Now I must figure out a way of getting rid of the damn thing without traumatizing the chitlin. Crap crap CRAP.
Bribery, that’s the ticket. I told her a couple minutes ago I wanted to throw the doll in the wash to try to get some of the stink out. She was crushed. But (tears starting to well up in those big brown eyes) but I like the perfume.
Off to plot 1) how to survive the rest of the day with The Stink in the house. I’ll have to close the doors and windows at some point. 2) Time the washing and drying of the doll tomorrow when she is at school so she Never Knows 3) a Plan B incase the crap does not come out with a washing. 4) REVENGE.
Ack, must go wash my hands again. I have doll cooties on me.
Posted November 3, 2005 12:57 PM
Comments
OH.MY.GAWD!
That is the funniest shit I've read in quite some time. Doll cooties, SMELLYASSBABYDOLL, and "Mommy, the dead people left a present under my bed".....I will be giggling ALL day from this. Thanks, Ali
Posted by: Ali at November 3, 2005 01:31 PM
maybe the stinky doll could take a header off that balcony of yours? and if she is hell bent on a doll replace the stinky one with a plain jane baby doll without smell or even better one of the princess barbies. my princess has ariel and is coveting jasmine. my folks got the princess some dolls over the years and she never quite got into it. ponies---a must, and now it seems barbies are breeding in the corners at night. yet another reason we keep extended family at an arms length away :O)
Posted by: amanda at November 3, 2005 01:32 PM
Oh I feel your discomfort from waaay over here in Wisconsin. A well-meaning relative once gave my youngest son a teddy bear (musta been a freebie or somesuch) that was soooo soaked in perfume we nearly keeled over. After the unnamed relative left, my darling baby allowed me to run that sucker through the wash...over and over. After, oh, about 5 wash cycles and some uberdetergent, the thing still stunk, but below migraine-trigger level. So we compromised. He kept his lovely bear (he was 3 at the time, so ya know, it was hard to convince him to say byebye to it) in the toyroom in our basement...in the farthest corner. The odor did eventually fade, but by then Christopher no longer cared about the bear. Good luck with your stink-reducing ploys.
Posted by: denise at November 3, 2005 01:40 PM
Ooh, nothing worse than smelly baby dolls! Maybe you should take baby for a walk in the park...let her air out in the sunshine, lie quietly in the grass, maybe take a swim in a fountain? Maybe she'll soak in some new scents to replace the icky smell.
Posted by: Leslie at November 3, 2005 01:42 PM
Balcony. That was my first thought. I found an old Vicks inhaler, one of the tube things you sniff. I can't smell anything but menthol/eucalyptus now, things are looking up.
Wonder if you can OD on the sniffer stuff.
Posted by: zib at November 3, 2005 01:42 PM
OH my gosh, too funny!! Who even thought to MAKE babydolls perfumed is my question!
Posted by: Karen at November 3, 2005 01:51 PM
Zibbi, you haven't been playing this game long enough. What you do is very sweetly tell DD and MIL that the doll stays at MIL's house so DD has something to play with when she visits. {evil grin!} Of course MIL will put up an arguement, but this is a good time to stick to your guns; especially since she had repeatedly been told that you didn't want that particular toy bought for DD. She'll think twice before buying the next obnoxious gift that crosses her path.
Posted by: jacqui583 at November 3, 2005 02:17 PM
Waiting for The Man to get home and take a whiff of this.
Need some backup here.
It's like Zibkryptonite or something .
HAyelp! HAYelp!
Posted by: zib at November 3, 2005 02:20 PM
Maybe she could go for a stroll in the zoo and meet the tigers. That sounds sooooo nasty! Better yet - keep it at your MIL's house!
Posted by: Greta (Hooah Wife) at November 3, 2005 02:20 PM
Jacqui has stated exactly what I would have said! Time for a visit to the Grands house with dolly in hand. "Oh Honey, let's leave The Lil Stinker here to visit for a while. Then you'll have something to play with when you come here."
And definately stick to your guns!! Double barrel baby!
Posted by: geniap at November 3, 2005 02:26 PM
Will have to triple bag it and stick it in the trunk for transporting.
*taps fingers*
Won't happen today at any rate. For the moment it is in quanantine. Of course Kiddo has the stink on her and I have a headache bigger than (insert something really big here).
I need a drink.
UPDATE: So it went in the wash. And came out of the wash. I do believe water simply intensified the stink.
Posted by: zib at November 3, 2005 02:28 PM
Zib, I definitely agree with the "something to play with at Grandma's house" ploy. Perhaps these dolls are part of a terrorist bio-warfare plot? Also time for the man to 'splain to his parents about "When we say 'Don't buy her anything', we mean DON'T BUY HER ANYTHING."
Posted by: Erica at November 3, 2005 04:16 PM
SMELLYASSBABYDOLL! I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying.
Posted by: Gina at November 3, 2005 04:52 PM
Yikes.
I'm with the, it's a doll to play with at Grandma's house. I sure as heck wouldn't keep it in my house! I can barely handle receiving magaiznes with purfume samples in them let a lone a stinkydoll that she will end up leaving on all the furniture. And it will suck up the odor. Oh yes it will. I say let grandma's couch suck up that odor! ;)
Posted by: Lisa P at November 3, 2005 05:15 PM
Ok thanks for tummy ache I got from laughing so hard. I had a similar thing with an Aliencosmolite bought by relatives - the thing is mondogross, stinks and the goo it's in knackers clothes and he loves it!! Swap you it for a perfumed dolly if you like.
Posted by: peri at November 3, 2005 05:19 PM
Oh I am so with the "leave it at Grandma's house"!! I had a tiny stinky doll when I was a wee child & every now and then I get one of those 'scent' enhanced memories & it still makes me want to hurl!!
Posted by: Sherri at November 3, 2005 06:29 PM
UPDATE: IT is now triple bagged and waiting by the front door for transport tomorrow. It shall live with the MIL. Now, what are the odds that is is BACK HERE within the oh, next 4 days. I am most certain the MIL will wash it and say it does't smell. Oh yes, per her it IS profumato (as opposed to offensively reeking). *Shakes head*
For some reason I don't think we've seen the end of it.
Posted by: zib at November 3, 2005 06:50 PM
OK, I'm gonna admit right off the bat, I HATE scary movies,clowns, and such. Now, there was a movie about a doll; his name was Chuckie. Remember that? Seems to me like you might have your own lil scary movie going on. If that SABD goes to MIL and makes it way back to you.....RUN!!!!
Posted by: Ali at November 3, 2005 08:30 PM
Oh goodness! When Owen was a baby, someone gave him a stuffed turtle with "baby scent" on/in it. Every now and then it surfaces from some dark recess and all these years later, it still stinks!
Scott and I are both intolerant of perfumes. He calls the smelly inserts in the Sunday newspaper or The New Yorker "stinkbombs." Once or twice Owen hid them under Scott's pillow as a joke. Some joke!
Good luck with MIL. I have a feeling you're going to need it.
Posted by: elizabeth at November 3, 2005 08:41 PM
Note to self: never sniff Italian perfume, EVER.
Does the triple-bagging keep the stench contained?
Posted by: monkee at November 3, 2005 09:41 PM
If that THING ever dares return to your house, take it back to MIL's AFTER giving it a migraine-level dosing of a nasty flowers and musk perfume that's gotten too old and gone all alcoholy-smelling.
Or is that a little TOO evil?
Posted by: Ana at November 3, 2005 10:04 PM
holy hilarious, zib...since it's triple bagged *picture a rotting babydoll CSI style* how bout she gets accidentially taken out with the trash? Or, better yet, she's randomly dollyknapped one morning while out for an airing while Kiddo was at school? Or, one of my favs - let's give her to a child who isn't lucky enough to have a (STINKYASS) dolly like this...share the wealth, charity is good for the soul...
Or, just tell Kiddo the scent is killing you and you need her help in figuring out how to make it go away or you're going to make the dolly go away? Is that too honest?
In the meantime, how's that voodoo doll of your MIL coming along?
Posted by: Shelagh at November 3, 2005 10:58 PM
The voodoo doll on the needles is Kofi Annan. Next will be her ;)
Posted by: zib at November 3, 2005 11:11 PM
Now THAT comment, zib, made me laugh out loud...
Posted by: Shelagh at November 4, 2005 12:57 AM
Maybe we should get our two MIL's together. They'll cancel each other out...
Posted by: wendy at November 4, 2005 06:41 AM
Ok, First thing you do is put on rubber gloves, take the doll and rub it all over a piece of stationery. Then you write a "thank-you" letter to the in laws on said paper. Take a snippet of doll hair to add to the letter. Send immediately.
Then follow these steps...
1) While child is at school, wash the doll as many times as you can. Child returns, make sure doll is back in her room.
2) When child goes to school again, repeat #1. Give the doll a nice spray with Febreze or some other freshener.
3) Repeat 1 and 2 as many times as needed to knock the smell down to bearable. Use a little non-chlorine bleach to help.
Posted by: Jennifer at November 4, 2005 03:09 PM
**In best southern, white-trash voice**
dat baby ain't gonna nevah stop stinkun
Posted by: Ali at November 4, 2005 08:41 PM

























