I’m starting to get tired of cookies. Hard to believe, I know, but true. And we have three more weekends to go before sales are over.
I love that my previous post got so much attention. I don’t know why I love words so much, but I do. It’s fun to explore the way people say things. If you have 2 cents to add to the discussion there (because it’s such a scintillating discussion, of course), feel free to leave a comment.
56 days and I haven’t missed one yet! (note: just because I haven't posted for two days does not mean I don't have pictures for those days! Check back tonight!)
Yesterday I was driving down 82nd Ave. and noticed that one of the many, many, MANY adult stores/strip clubs was offering senior discounts. I still don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
I discovered $30 of grocery money I thought I didn’t have. Such a nice feeling.
What is it about chocolate-covered pretzels that makes me so happy? (see what happens when I find unexpected grocery money? I'm so bad...)
One day, when my children have children of their own, and they complain about how getting them to clean up is like pulling teeth, I will look at them and laugh. One word: Karma.
I just learned today (Google is a remarkable tool and also a remarkable waste of time) that “three is a magic number” is considered by some people to be literal. As in, the title of my blog is a message from the occult. Nice.
It’s a good thing I don’t have a real job, because my volunteer “jobs” are taking up a heck of a lot of time these days.
Hmmm...it's noon. Maybe I should feed some kids some lunch. No one's complaining, but on the other hand it's reeeeally quiet...