I don’t get a vote. Hmph.
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So after all that hoo-ha about the spud and what she should wear to Homecoming and the insulting of my perfectly good choice, I recall that I never said anything else about it. After Fred checked with the school to see what kids wear to Homecoming these days and was told it was very casual, the spud decided to wear a denim skirt and striped shirt that she likes.
When we dropped her off, guess what? About half the kids were in prom gear, 1/4 were in nice dresses, and the rest were dressed very casually. She didn’t have much fun because not many of her friends went, but we did get a picture out of the deal.
Her date (“But not a DATE date!”) was more dressed-up than she. Heh. Definitely her mother’s daughter.
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Where I’ve been today: the grocery store, the movie store, the post office, Wal-Mart, The Dollar Tree, Hallmark, and Target. I left the house at 10:00 and wasn’t home again until almost 2. My feet hurt like a motherfucker.
The Dollar Tree, if you are unfortunate enough to live in a world where there is no dollar store, fucking ROCKS. I got four Christmas mugs and a picture frame for $5.40. The mugs are for gifts (but not for anyone who reads this. Heh.), and when the spud and I were looking at mugs in Wal-Mart last week, the spud kept pointing out mugs that cost seven and eight dollars apiece. My ASS. The mugs I got at The Dollar Tree are cute enough, in my opinion.
I went to Target to look for pants for my niece. It’s been so long since I’ve been in the little girls’ section of the store that I wasn’t even sure I was in the right place. I picked up pants in her size and thought “That canNOT be right!” But she’s a tiny little thing and when I held the pants about where they’d be if she was standing in front of me, I decided they were right. Or so I hope. (I’ll be including the gift receipt with that present in case they don’t fit or she doesn’t like them, Kate!)
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When I went to the mall last week, I picked up some Wallflowers refills (Wallflowers are those things you plug into the wall and they make the room smell good, for those of you who didn’t know). One of the scents was “Cinnamon Vanilla”. When I got home I plugged it in.
Later that day after he took a bath (he often takes baths when he gets home from work), Fred said “What godawful thing have you sprayed or plugged in in the bathroom to attempt to make it smell good?”
It appears he doesn’t care for the Cinnamon Vanilla. Luckily, he doesn’t get a vote, and every time I go into the bathroom, I like the scent more and more. Our towels hang over the Wallflower and the scent rises and makes our towels smell like Cinnamon Vanilla, too.
I have no point, I guess, except that Cinnamon Vanilla smells pretty damn fine. But Fred doesn’t like it.
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I saw a real live Princess this afternoon when I was pulling out of the Target parking lot. Driving toward me was a Pepto-Bism0l pink Mustang. Across the top of the windshield it said “Ash-o-leigh” and the front license plate was airbrushed and said “D’nt Hate.” In the car were two teenaged blond girls. One of them was talking on a cell phone.
Definitely Princesses.
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The ladybugs must be in the process of migrating or something. This afternoon Spot politely asked to go outside, and since he’s such a sweet little gentleman, I complied and opened the back door.
“Please?”
I left the door open for about 45 minutes, but it’s been so long since he’s been out roaming in the back yard that I think he forgot how loud it can be, with the traffic on the other side of the fence going by, and it scared him. He sniffed around the back door but never actually went outside, though Miz Poo went out and sat on the patio for a little while. When I started to get cold, I went to shut the door, and there were about 15 ladybugs crawling around on the door frame and up the wall. I shooed some of them outside but couldn’t reach them all.
I figure they can just join that cluster of three ladybugs hibernating in a corner of the living room ceiling.
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I am uncertain what The Bean is doing, exactly, but he sure looks like he’s up to no good.
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