(rhymes with "storage")
This week being Spring Break, our household schedule has been turned topsy-turvy. I did absolutely nothing housey yesterday, not even dishes, so it should come as no surprise that Roz is eating her breakfast Jell-o out of a green sippy cup - but with a real spoon, not a plastic one. I'm just that much on the ball. In the meantime, the dishwasher is swashing away, and hopefully no one else will be hungry before I can get some bowls done. "Starving! My kids are starving!!!"
Yes, I said "breakfast Jell-o." If Roz knows there is Jell-o in the house, that's what she wants. Brennan is the same way, except with meat. He won't eat cereal or toast, but he WILL break into the frozen dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and heat those up for his morning meal. Such a little caveman.
So here was my day yesterday: email, shower, walk to the bank (except Frankie and her kids saw me and gave me a ride), walk to Value Village and score majorly cheap clothes-age (it's like a disease! Someone help me!), go home, send Brennan and Bella to the mall, feed and dress the three youngest, walk to Albertsons for their two-for-one bags of chocolate chip cookies, and head up to Wal-Mart. They had Easter money from Grannie to spend, and spend like mad they did. Harrison and Carter are now the proud owners of a new basketball, four Hot Wheels cars, and a nifty mini-skateboard set each; Roz bought Barbie and her pooping dog Tanner, another Barbie outfit, and a red playground ball.
Value Village is AWESOME!!! That store, it's... INCREDIBLE! I did not know this, but Tuesdays are 99-cent Yellow Tag day. If the thing has a yellow tag, on Tuesdays, no matter how much it regularly costs, you pay 99 cents for it. I bought a small black lightweight umbrella for my purse (a must-have for this season's fashion) and a black jumper/jacket combo Mormon mommy dress thing, both for a BUCK. And a pair of pants, which were $3.99. I will be back next Tuesday for more yellow tag savings goodness, believe you me.
What I did not know about Barbie's pooping dog Tanner... brace yourself... is that you put little brown round dog food-looking things in a teensy dog food bowl, the dog magnetically sucks it into his little plastic gullet, you pull his tail and plop! Out comes the dog food, completely undigested but looking remarkably turd-shaped, something you didn't notice when you put it in his bowl. You thought, hey, what cute, round, brown, heavy-for-its-size dog food! Now how does it turn into poop? And then it hits you...
(And there, I will end it.)
After our shopping spree, we went to our church building (I still have a key! Heee hehehhehehheheheh!!!) and played with our new balls. I dazzled my children with my piano repertoire while they threw, shot baskets with, kicked, dribbled, wrestled over and enjoyed their new balls to the utmost. Later, another family from the stake came and played with my kids. A fun time was had by all.
Then Bri picked us up, we went home, I plucked a most interesting piece of mail from the mailbox (read about that on my genealogy blog, and we sped off to Wendy's to enjoy some poisonous, but still wonderfully tasty, fast food for dinner, just Bunny and me. He dropped me at the FHC and I had more major find-age (OK, this is getting ridiculous), which I will not bore you with unless you really, really want me to - in which case, you can head over to the genealogy blog. Because as we all know...
Genealogy is boring.
But I love it, and I had an amazing evening. Can we say, "I heart Google"?
That was yesterday: an amazingly happy, sunny, sneezing-over-dandelions, sneaky-saving, cookie-enjoying, cousin-finding, major score-age day.