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I hate you little light.
Because you come on way too often.
And now, the gas pump stops when it gets to $100.
Which means my tank isn’t full, but the pump won’t let me get more.
Like I said: really really really do not like you. I do not like it Sam I am.
I’m not really a fan of gnomes. But these guys were so stinking cute and weird and kitchy that I almost came home with them.
And they were only $7.99!
Until I really looked at the third guy…and whatever he’s holding creeps me out.
So I left them at the store.
A store that I cannot take my kids to…too many bitty breakables!
They had these sunshine yellow metal canisters. I really wanted them. But I have canisters. So they stayed too.
But one of you should go buy them. It’ll make me feel better.
I also saw these earrings that I really wanted. All the pretty jewel tones and the antiqued gold and sort of unexpected.
Except that they might clash with my yoga pants and ribbed tank uniform.
Because seriously, where on earth would I wear these?
Nowhere. That’s where.
They stayed too.
What did come home with me were magical eye drops from Walgreens made from unicorn dust, glitter, and rays of sunshine.
Because that’s what it takes to banish Pink Eye in a flash.
Henry’s eye started itching and weeping Sunday night.
By Monday morning he was crying that his eyes hurt and I had him quarantined.
But the magical eye drops took away his gunky eye grossness in hours and he was back to mostly normal on Tuesday.
But my celebration didn’t last long.
Because Tuesday morning I found little Jilly looking like Rocky Balboa after his fight with Apollo.
And she was so sad.
But the eye drops whisked her ickys away really quickly too.
By Tuesday night, Pink Eye had claimed its third victim.
Luckily, Lucy never got it very bad and we were able to nip it in the bud quickly.
So far, it seems to have bypassed the adults in the house (hallelujah!!!), but I’m putting that bitty bottle of unicorn/glitter/sunshine eye drops in our fire safe alongside our birth certificates and the deed to the house…Precious, precious stuff.
Except, of course, if you ask my kids who all acted like I was pouring white hot liquid magma onto their corneas.
This pregnancy I’m all about savory foods. Not so much sweets. But FOOD.
For lunch one day I set myself up with french bread with whole cloves of garlic baked right in (heated of course), pungent Portuguese cheese, balsalmic vinegar and olive oil, and olives stuffed with more whole cloves of garlic.
I bet I smelled lovely.
Lucy found a new friend in this dehydrated worm carcass.
She carried it around gingerly and walked around the neighborhood talking to it.
“You okay wormie? You take nap? I wub you.”
She pet it and cooed to it and was ready to bring it inside the house for a nightcap…sorry lady, no room for petrified worms at the Inn.
Kids are so weird.
What did you do this week?
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