Boo #1: remember all the
mocking shovelling i did when the husband was having wrist issues? well, it seems that karma and i are in a fight right now…because guess who might have a sprained or broken wrist?? oh, yeah, it’s true. i will spare you the photographic evidence because it sure ain’t pretty. but what i’d initially thought was carpal tunnel from my new laptop…is now something much bigger…and swollen. to 3 times it’s normal size. (hi, google searches. welcome) and hurts like a motherfucker.
i love me a good bargain. and old navy? you are officially my new best friend. that would be SEVEN shirts for $25. curses to you, Gymboree and other like you. I don’t need your stinkin’ gymbucks. not when i can buy seven shirts for my girls for $25.
(not pictured: a receipt from Hollister…where you would see 12 shirts purchased for $120. ALL FOR ME. i’m not keeping all of them, since for. the. very. first. time. my boobs are TOO big for something!!!!!!… is my favorite one! love love love. perfect for my trip!)
Boo #2: friday night, 10:30 pm. a little girl, aged 6 and 11/12 decides to take it upon hersef to purge her room of all her “little girl things” and leave them in the hallway and in her brother’s room
she removed EVERYTHING. i don’t even know how she even physically got all the way up to the top shelf…i mean, she’s a midget.
(that dresser used to be filled with her vintage cabbage patch kids…not the ones that look like aliens on meth…*shudders*…the good, old school ones:
Yay #2: a little girl, aged 2, gets her first haircut (even though her dad AND mom can’t seem to get one decent shot of it..it’s CUTE, i swear!)
before: Hello, my hair is psycho!
after: hello, i am channeling Carol Brady…but at least my hair isn’t in my eyes anymore and i look a lot less like Doc Emmett Brown