At Least I’m Amused Archive
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So my monthly dinner party is tonight. The lovely Dez and Sarah will be joining me to celebrate spring! We’re going to be eating fresh and talking dirty. Wait. No. That sounds about right. Let’s just say the dinner parties imply we’re proper ladies, but well, only one of us actually identifies as a woman and the rest of us don’t keep the conversation clean for her sake.
Also, my hair is now blue. There are mini pics to the right. I’ll show something larger on Wednesday.
This week in my store:
My newest shirts
All items are now 15% off, and customer mother’s day gifts are 30% off! You do remember mother’s day is coming up, right?
Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog.
Quote of the week:
“Napping is like a time machine…”-Pat
“No, no it’s not…”-Sammy
In closing, this confession:
So Thomas (11) has wanted his hair dyed blue since he was little. And as it’s just hair and something he wants for him, and summer nears, and well there is enough in the jar I used on mine… Yep. Kid just has to get out of school.
Meanwhile Sambam (3) also wants blue hair just like momma. And if she still wants it when she’s 11 and is no longer just trying to be like momma, she too can have funky hair. That’s the rule. 11 and not just trying to follow someone else’s lead.
See it’s like this. I dyed my hair black all through high school, but I always wanted to do at least my tips or roots or something (anything!) a funky color. My mom said no and wouldn’t budge. Once I became an adult I was working one job after another and funky hair just wasn’t an option. You’d think that somewhere in time I’d have grown out of it. But right now I’m in a spot in my life where I have no one to report to outside of my family, and I could use a little funky in my life. Even my mom says it makes sense. Not that I asked permission, but I did warn her. Oh, she has loosened up some in the decade plus since I graduated high school so it would have been cool. But as I said, I wasn’t looking for permission. Just validation. Which I got. And I’m going with turquoise.
It’s fairly well documented that I get baby fever something fierce when my youngest is about 3 years old. Sure enough, my kids are basically 4 years apart, currently 11, 7, and 3.
You guessed it; OMG do I have the fever! Like you wouldn’t believe.
Now, this is obviously the worst time ever to have a baby and I already have three, so… no. No more babies especially not right now! (No self, no!) Luckily, I’m fixed. Follow that link. It sums up nicely why a 4th baby is right out. That and my pregnancy with Sambam nearly killed me. There is an entire category that gives you the play by play there.
So Pat does what Pat does, and he took my to the pet store. I have to say, the entire trip and purchase, because of course there was a purchase, was 100% his idea meaning he can’t even get upset at me for it. In fact, he thanked me! He freakin’ thanked me for allowing him to bring a furbaby into the house. If that isn’t BPD manipulation, I don’t know what is. I’ve only wanted one of these forever.
So, meet Sweet Pea. Named because she is as sweet as sugar, and because she peed all over my husband in the early hours of joining the family. (We didn’t have her home/potty set up yet and there had been a car ride.)
Also, as I’ve bitched about money on here in the past few months, it’s worth stating the following:
- All bills are paid up to date.
- Kids have new and a responsible amount of clothing for the coming season.
- We have all material needs, and some wants, met and recently.
- David, my brother-in-law who lives here, just found a job and all the above should remain true for the foreseeable future.
- Babies cost more than we spent on Sweet Pea.
- She has my husband trained to snuggle her when she whines at him.
- My heart is full of glee.