I had a few errands to run for work yesterday, so I got to pull off the patented, “Rush Hour Traffic Dodge.”  As such, I made it home in record time and busied myself by unboxing, de-tagging, building and otherwise readying all the gifts that Jen received at the shower last Sunday.
I also got my car set up to be serviced, put Daphne’s new clothes in the wash, cleaned off the counters, added skirting/decorative flairs to the crib, took the trash out to the curb, replaced some empty printer cartridges, played a round of Pathfinder, and then made dinner.

But that’s not what I’m here to talk about.  I’m here to talk about…The Genie.

“Please to not befoul the bottle…”

One of the items on our registry, and probably on every registry for the past 15 years, was the Diaper Genie.  And once again, I must admit to being mystified by a baby accessory.

An enigma, within a riddle, wrapped in some poopy cellophane.

I built the thing, so I have a general idea that it works like any other step-activated trash can except that it came with a proprietary “Ring o’ Bags” inside it and a Stick-Up under the lid.
Swell.
So what I want to know is…where’s the magic?  Where’s the “genie” in this equation?

“PHENOMENAL COSMIC FOULNESS!  Itty bitty storage space.”

Because as is stands, I’m not seeing it.

Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand the need for a designated hitter receptacle for sullied nappies.  I just don’t see why this particular brand is so special as to demand a $50 price tag.  Perhaps those in the know can enlighten me about its efficacy.

Regardless, I snapped it together and stationed it next to Daphne’s bassinet in our bedroom.  Then, after considering exactly what we’re going to store in this thing, I relocated it to the guest bathroom.

“Welcome!  Please enjoy the sweet, redolence of our home!”

I’m sure I’ll have more to say about The Genie later but, for the time being, I don’t understand what all the hubbub is about.

Also it appears that I’ve turned into a vampire today, as I have no reflection in that mirror…

j.s.