In honor of their special day, two of our kids wanted to make this...
Please note Daddy that I said Grammy and Gramps at the end and it cut off for some reason.
The third child didn't want to sing on a video that "thousands" of people will see on this blog. Once I picked myself up off the floor, wiped my eyes and stopped laughing, he was excused from singing. After all, we've scarred him aplenty in his 8 years. No need to add to it...at least not today.
Birthday wishes aside, I went to the grocery today. Diet Coke was on sale. Yipee for us since we're slightly addicted. I've tried and tried to quit since Aspartame has been hailed as the cause of all illness and the root of all world evil. But that nasty sweetner has a hold on me. I'm weak.
So the 18 pack of Diet Coke was on sale for like $12 or so. Woohoo, we're drinking cheap this week! A good deal puts me in a good mood, makes my step a little lighter. And I was alone. Just me with my Ipod. No kids present. I love shopping with my Ipod. Getting my groove on while cruising the aisles! A simple life. That's all I ask for. And I was comfy. Cotton dress that fits big and comfortable and my hippie Bass sandals. Life was good. Life was real good.
Then it wasn't. Life went real bad, real fast when the damn guy running the checkout mentioned that I shouldn't be lifting my case of Diet Coke. You see, he thought ladies "in the family way" should not be lifting heavy things.
Then I said "Well yeah? Does your face hurt...'cause it's killing me!! And then I said "And if my dog had a face like yours I'd shave his ass and make him walk backwards!" And then I said "I know you are but what am I?". And then I said "Your Momma!!". And then I said "Damn It!!!".
OK, I really didn't. I tried to be nice. But deep down I wanted that man to bleed.
Then I came home and trashed the frumpy dress.
Angie
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