Today, I took the girls out looking for houseplants and seeds for our garden. While at the garden center, Elisabeth was squatting down fingering through the seed packets singing "give me a give me a give me a redneck girl" over and over again. I looked up and two of the employees were snickering.
On another note, it appears that there aren't any houseplants that are non-toxic for dogs, cats AND kids. At least there aren't any houseplants that I either don't already have or actually like that fit into those categories. So I'm picking who is dispensable.
The highlight of Elisabeth's day was getting to go to 'daddy's office' for awhile. I was supposed to go get a haircut, but we won't get into why I wasn't able to because it just makes me really angry. Suffice it to say they were completely unapologetic about their idiot mistake, yet were very happy to offer me a make-up appointment on April 17. APRIL 17. Eh, looks like I failed, I'm really angry again!
ANYWAY, instead I had some retail therapy while Doug showed off his girls to his office friends. On the way to the office, Elisabeth saw a motorcycle drive past us. "Mommy! Mommy! a motorcycle!!! They had one of those in that place we went. That place with the games." The arcade? "YES! The arcade!!! When I'm a mommy or a daddy, I can ride a motorcycle."
I had to break it to her that at the ripe old age of 32 (I am 32, right?? I lost my ability to do math during January/February), my mother still won't let me ride on a motorcycle. And I AM a mommy. Her response? "Hmmm, I'll have to talk to Grandmommy about that..."
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