This is the advertising for the bag of crushed ice I bought. I had no idea that ice was calorie free. I’m so glad they told me. And it’s 100% party. I was looking for a party and now that I have my bag of ice, well, there is no stopping me.
Thanks to Kerry, Max now has 2 Exersaucers. She sent me to this website which had me foaming at the mouth. I immediately jumped on the first saucers I saw and drove an hour each way to pick them up. I had to have two because, you know, good enough is never enough. Let’s not get into the psychological ramifications of that.
I told Alice that I was going back down to pick up the Baby Einstein after I had already picked up the Evenflo and she says to me:
“You know, it’s not going to make him smarter, right?”
Not being able to run down to the local Toys-R-Us makes me panic the same way not being able to shop on Sundays made me panic when I first moved here. I HAVE TO STOCK UP or my world will collapse.
Both were filthy. Like child neglect filthy. And a child had to have sat in them this filthy. Thank got I have a bathtub built for two large people so I can soak Exersaucers. If I had actually seen them before I had driven an hour to pick them up, like at a garage sale, I would have walked away.
I’m really bad at negotiating and I’m REALLY bad at walking away after making a deal. I probably should have, but now, after about five hours of cleaning each one, disinfecting and washing the fabric parts three times, they look like new and I’m not afraid of the Ebola that had to have been on them when I picked them up.
My cell phone has died and my comp is on it’s last internet legs. I hate Sony. I hate Microsoft and my next piece of equipment will have to be a freakin’ Apple as much as I hate it. Sparky is an Apple zealot if you’ve never met him and it will kill me to buy an Apple because it will give him an ounce of pleasure.
In random WTF-ness, my Bank of America ATM card came in the mail today… post marked from New Zealand.
It’s 2:58 am and the house is asleep. Why am I awake? Well, seems that Ollie took the 100% party to heart. He’s wailing away and running through the house as if he’s on crack. This woke me up and so now here I am, not bitter or anything.
Check out the elbow dimples on that kid. His cheeks are in serious danger of being nibbled at some point during his 1000 kisses a day. Am I lucky or what?