June 16, 2009 12:01 am
I accidentally overplucked my right eyebrow. Now I’ve got half an eyebrow on that side and it looks ridiculous. When I pointed it out to Jamie, he kept repeating “OMG, WHY DID YOU DO THAT? OMG, THAT LOOKS TERRIBLE!”. He’s so supportive. I took the kids to Gymboree today and waited for the confused stares but they never came.
Did you know that Whoopi Goldberg doesn’t have eyebrows?
Does anybody watch Breaking Bad? That show is wicked awesome. I think I might make “wicked awesome” my new catch phrase.
I recently got a jury duty notice for the third time in just over a year. Since I’m a SAHM, I’m exempt, but for some reason they keep sending me more notices. I secretly want to go sit in a courtroom all day just to relax. Also, I really want to jump up and scream “I THINK HE DID IT!” Law & Order style.
I go to Checkers every day to get a Coke. They don’t even make me order anymore, they make chit chat over the loud speaker and ask me how my day was. They say hello to the kids and give them free kids meal toys. I realize things have gotten a little too personal with the fast food staff but I really knew things were bad when one of the guys came up from the back to tell me that he liked my new haircut and another guy came around to see and complimented me on it too.
One of our most recent time killers is the racecar cart at Lowes. We strap the kids in and haul ass around the store showing them power tools and hammers. Graham even gets a kick out of the washing machines and toilets. One trip can kill up to an hour and the kids love it. We have all sorts of unfinished projects since we’re always killing time at Lowes and buying stuff to look like we’re actually shopping.
I have put-stuff-back-in-the-right-spot shopping guilt. If I decide that I don’t want something in my cart, I will walk all the way back to whatever aisle I got it from to put it back in the right spot. This weekend, both kids were approaching meltdown and I made the rash decision to put something back in the wrong spot. Jamie tried to convince me that doing so was creating jobs since someone gets paid to return things to their proper place.
Graham was giving me crap about putting on his shoes and I told him that this isn’t a democracy and he was going to wear shoes. Jamie chimed in that it’s a cheerocracy. Our poor kids are condemned to a life of confusion.
Jamie and I often subconsciously wear the same colors as each other or the kids. We went out in public last week and all four of us were wearing red shirts. We didn’t realize it until we were in the store and it was too late to go home and change. Go team HAGAY! We’re such losers.
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