Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Adorable Lizzy

About two weeks ago Lizzy came up to me and said, “Mom, there’s a certain type of shorts I want.”

“You mean a brand?”  I asked in confusion.  Lizzy was wearing her usual wardrobe of an oversized tee-shirt, handed down shorts from Jacob and a baseball cap.

“Yes, Under Armour.”

“Don’t they make swim shirts?”  I asked.

Since then Lizzy has asked me to take her clothes shopping for the first time in her life every day.  Last night we went to Target.  She found six pairs of shorts, four shirts and a bag.  She looked at the total on the register and raised her eyebrows.  “How much did it cost?”  She asked me as we walked out.

“$100.”  I said.

She made an adorably shocked look.  “Well, we’ll just have to hope that they last!”  She said placing her hand in mine.

(This is what she wanted, thank you Target)

Monday, June 11, 2012

Going through the dewrinkle cycle

I went to a Mary Kay Party last week and in a fit of madness bought a $30 anti-aging serum. 

I’m getting old.  I do not have “old man neck”* like my husband yet (well, possibly I do … but you can’t see it possibly because one of my thirteen chins hide it) but the neck is coming.

The consultant was really concerned that she didn’t have the anti-aging de-wrinkler in stock and gave me a mini-sample to hold me until the slightly bigger jar appeared.  I told her I could wait as I had lived without the anti-aging serum for 41 years.

I put it on two days ago and got a zit by my eyebrow the next morning but that is not the reason why I have not put more on.  (I would have to get at least 3 more zits before I would link the two events.) 

I forgot.  Having the little bottle right on my bathroom counter does not remind me.  I will probably have to tape the little bottle to my wrist. 

Unfortunately, I’m beginning to suspect that this serum, like my foray into Weight Watcher territory, might not work if I only pay the money but do not follow the instructions.

*You may call it “old woman neck” if you wish because I am an equal opportunities offender

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Keeping in Contact with my Boy

Will’s teachers set him up with an email address yesterday.  I found this in my email.

Hi mom ,

How are you?

I am at school about to play fun in a box.

I gotta go.
Sent from my iPad

So, I’ll admit to being disappointed not to get anything today.  When Will got home I found this in his draft folder.

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie!
If you give a mouse a cookie,
he's going to ask for a glass of milk.
When you give him the milk,
he'll probably ask you for a straw.
When he's finished, he'll ask for a napkin.
Then he'll want to look in a mirror
to make sure he doesn't
have a milk mustache.
When he looks into the mirror,
he might notice his hair needs a trim.
So he'll probably ask
for a pair of nail scissors.
When he's finished giving himself a trim,
he'll want a broom to sweep up.
He'll start sweeping.
He might get carried away
and sweep every room in the house.
He may even end up washing the floors as well!
When he's done,
he'll probably want to take a nap.
You'll have to fix up a little box for him
with a blanket and a pillow.
He'll crawl in,
make himself comfortable
and fluff the pillow a few times.
He'll probably ask you to read him a story.
So you'll read to him from one of your books,
and he'll ask to see the pictures.
When he looks at the pictures,
he'll get so excited he'll want to draw
one of his own. He'll ask for paper and crayons.
He'll draw a picture.
When the picture is finished,
he'll want to sign his name
with a pen.
Then he'll want to hang
his picture on your refrigerator.
Which means he'll need
Scotch tape.
He'll hang up his drawing
and stand back to look at it.
Looking at the refrigerator
will remind him that
he's thirsty.
he'll ask for a glass of milk.
And chances are if he asks
for a glass of milk,
he's going to want a cookie to go with it.

Under the subject Contact.  (I don’t know why) but I made him send it to me anyway.
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