so, i didn’t end up seeing chaperoning HSM3. turns out that the party started at 5:30..but the actual movie didn’t start until 7. and wasn’t over until 9. it wasn’t happening. and 9pm was the perfect window to send the husband in between his work and his hockey. perfect.
and then this showed up for Josh for his birthday.
a) i promise i don’t really sound that ridiculous and b) i promise Josh usually doesn’t act that ridiculous. it was about 10pm and i got him out of bed to see this sucker. the speech impediment/eastern europeanish accent however? that’s ALL him. heh.
so…the toy is totally broken. we took it out. built it. and its blooming legs keep falling off.Â this toy? it’s over $100. for that much money…you’d think he could get something with legs that actually, you know, stay attached. it’s not that much to ask, right?
bless me, xanax, for i have to take this coveted gift back. my son will likely die. or at least whine and cry a lot little.
oh, and did i tell you about Josh’s birthday party? the one where he got to choose 26 friends. and choose 12 animals.
to come to my motherfucking house.
i know, right?
skinny pigs. and chinchillas. and snakes. and rabbits. and frogs. IN MY HOUSE. when we first talked about the party, i, like a total dumbass apparently, thought that we would be going THERE. to an actual place. where they deal with the animal poop. not in my HOME. in the place where i live. and not to mention the 26 wild and crazy first graders.
bless me, xanax, for i have planned the most ridiculous birthday party.
this *might* be worse than the time Emily’s friends decorated fish bowls and we sent them all home with goldfish as loot bags. GENIUS, right? until the next day when every single person’s fish died. and all the moms were ever-so-grateful to us for giving them the opportunity to teach their preschoolers all about death.
ali and birthday parties? TOTALLY SUCK.
oh, and also, while we are complaining. i gave emily my glasses to hold this morning and she put them on the floor.
bless me, xanax, for now i have to figure out how to get my ass over to the eye doctor to get my broken glasses fixed. because i stepped on them. of course.