Bubbles, Relatives, Non-Government Holidays

Sitting by the back door, next to leftover flavored water from Christmastime road trips, is a bottle of bubbles, a Christmas present from my nephew. (And it’s troubling, by the way, how similar bottled water and bottled bubbles look. Especially in the dark. I feel for the unassuming soul who inevitably reaches for a splash of raspberry and gets their mouth washed out with soapy water. Don’t ask me why I thought of this.)

There’s a story, of course, behind the bottle of bubbles. I’d recount the story for you, but I’m just too embarrassed. You can read the story by clicking here, though. My nephew is just over a year old, so you get the sense that he delegated his Christmas shopping to his mother this year. To be circumspect, I gave my sister a battery-powered rattle for Christmas, so I suppose the gag gifts score was 1-1 this year.

Take a close look at the bottle of bubbles, and you’ll notice a logo that suggests the contents are derived entirely from recycled material. I presume the reference is to the plastic bottle, but you never know. Recycled bubbles? Raises so many questions.

January 8, I learned this morning, is Bubble Bath Day. You’d think I’m making this up, but you’d be wrong. It’s also Fruitcake Toss Day and National Joy Germ Day. Don’t worry, the banks didn’t close on account of any of these.

I once wrote a story about germs – not sure whether they were joy germs, but I enjoyed writing about them. Perhaps I should let one of today’s holidays and observances inspire another story.