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I ordered our Halloween costumes a million five weeks ago.
The package shipped on 10/22 but never made it to our house.
Grrr.
And, someone, somewhere is rocking my Velma costume.
Grrr.
Is it mildly disturbing that I had these random inflatable costumes stored in my basement?
My friend Pam has a saying, "I'm so mad I could spit."
And I'm ready to spit.
I have a credit card to a store that sent me a post card. Today, the store was holding a 'stuff and save' day where you receive a tote bag and anything that fits in it will be 30% off. Well, there was a little note that said if you are one of the 1st 50 customers you get a special bag that entitles you to 50% off your overstuffed bag.
So, I put my double stroller in the car and headed with Maggie and Rosie to the mall. We were number seven in line and were there an hour before the store opened. While I entertained the girls outside the store, I noticed a green sign in the window said, "The 1st 50 customers receive a special tote bag and 50% off their purchase."
Once the doors opened I was handed my special 50% off tote. I asked several store employees to clarify the green sign. I told them I planned on buying a few winter coats and I didn't know if it was the entire purchase or just what was in the bag.
Repeatedly, I heard some variation of, "as long as you are buying it all at once, we will give you 50% off of the total".
While in the check-out line I overheard a cashier tell another woman (who had waaay more stuff than I did) that everything had to fit in the tote bag. The customer said that she was told it didn't have to fit- blah blah blah and she received the 50% off the total because she had the 1st 50 customer tote.
These three busy-bodies behind me went nuts.
Who does she think she is?
Why does she get a 50% discount and I only get 30 off?
Who do you have to know around here to make things fair?
I guess you just have to be a *&$#@ to get whatever you want.
It was my turn at the register and I knew the ladies were going to go nuts.
So, I politely said to the cashier, "I'm not sure what to do. I have way more than can possibly fit in the bag. When I came in the store I asked if it was 50% off the purchase or just the content of the bag and I was told by more than one employee that it was the whole purchase. Should I try to squish everything in the bag?"
The cashier told me that it was fine...50% off for everything....employees were telling customers two different stories but that she clarified with the manager who told her to give the 50% off the entire purchase for the customers who received the special tote.... if we really wanted to be technical she would help me get my stuff in the bag because she was sure it would fit...
And then the flipping peanut gallery started.
If you complain enough you get everything.
Good idea. Let's say, "someone told me I could have whatever I want for free so I'll take everything in the store."
It's not right. If it isn't the same for everyone, no one should get a discount.
How much stuff can she possibly buy? She's taking advantage of the sale and will ruin it for everyone.
The store should make one rule and not let people who *&^%# get a better deal than everyone else.
I wanted to scream that I would buy everything in their stupid tote bags for them if they would just shut up and get over it.
It's capitalism. The store sells stuff. I buy stuff. Everyone is happy.
I followed the rules. I was one of the 1st 50 people. I received my special 50% off tote bag. I didn't know anyone. I didn't (*&%#. I didn't buy everything in the store. I did what the store asked. I received an extra discount (along with 49 other dedicated shoppers) because the early bird catches the worm.
Looking at my girls makes my heart sing!
It is cold and rainy here at the funny farm. I turned off the guilt switch and decided to stay home, catch up on housework/ stuff and just play with Maggie and Rosie.
We built castles.
We balanced on cardboard building blocks...
...and were amazed at our core strength.
Total score! We found where Aidan put his chex mix stash.
And then we drove trucks to the grocery store so we could make a picnic lunch.
Maggie wanted to be Dr. Miller. We said, "No, thank you."
We built towers out of plastic cups.
And that's when the idea hit me to put the kids in my tub with a few boxes of cornstarch and see what happens.
And about 15 minutes later... Maggie had the idea- I wonder what will happen if I pee in the cornstarch.
Love
Smile
Laugh
every day!
Rosie and Maggie get their teeth cleaned.
Yay- no cavities or tears.
The other day, Molly and I were playing pretend.
She was a waitress and I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich.
She was a teacher and I learned a little multiplication.
She was a hairdresser and I asked to have my hair done for a date with my husband.
Next thing I know, she starts tugging at my hair and I tell her she is hurting me. Rory looks over and starts to hysterically giggle that something is sticking out of my head.
It was a chopstick that Molly was using to "curl" my hair.
BUT it wasn't just a regular chopstick, it came with a pretend toy sushi set and has velcro on the end to hold the little wooden pieces of sushi. Well, the velcro was completely, hopelessly ensnared to the side of my head. (Note: I am not being dramatic, ensnared is the only appropriate word.)
The second my husband saw the chopstick he said, "Get the scissors. There is no way you are getting that thing out."
Unfortunately, my hair dresser was not working but another woman kindly agreed to see me.
And the first things she said was, "Why did you put this in your hair?"
Uh, not because I thought it would look cool.
Sayonara chopstick.
So much to say, so little time...
It is true- Maggie is now three.
It is also true- a kind hairdresser removed a foreign object from my hair saving me from walking around with a chopstick stuck to my head.
But you all have to wait because I am five minutes away from leaving the funny farm.
Destination: spa resort with Jim for 24 hours.
Be back soon.
Rosie playing with her little purse.
Maggie hugs little Rosie.
Rosie with me.
Maggie is not impressed with her new hat.
I haven't posted nearly enough pictures of Maggie at school.
Boo. I loathe winter and because it comes right before icky winter, I really don't like fall very much either.
I checked the thermostat this morning and it was 52 degrees in the house. So, I reluctantly turned on the heat. Jim says he would have turned it on a month ago if I wasn't so melodramatic about the furnace signifying the end of summer.
Double boo, the pool guys are coming this afternoon to close our pool.
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