So the other day, Addy woke up and came down for breakfast. She was sitting at the counter while I was getting her food ready and she started singing, "I wake up in the mornin' feelin' like piddy diddy". She has seen way too many Diary of a Wimpy Kid commercials.
My cell phone is a big piece of purple poo. It is constantly turning off. And most of this whole week the screen has been blacked out. Which makes it hard to read a text or send a text or make a phone call when you don't know anyones phone number and you can't see the numbers you are dialing even if you did. Not to mention the fact that when I finish a call, I'm not completely sure I have actually hung up so I have to be careful not to talk bad about the person I was just on the phone with for fear of that person still being on the phone. I can't quite remember, but I am sure there was time when I didn't even own a cell phone and had no knowledge of this texting business and I got along just fine. It is just irritating when I think of something I need to tell someone and I can't just text it really quickly to them. And not only that, I can't even call them to tell them if it is really important because I don't know their number! And it is really annoying when my neighbor is at the store doing my shopping for me (like the sweet lady she is) and she is sending me pictures of choices I have and I can't see them! And it is surprising how many images come up when you google purple poo. You're going to google it now, aren't you?
We have a real major sock issue going on in this house and it is about to push me over the edge (no, it doesn't take much). Socks make me crazy. CRAZY I SAY! There's Steve with his 50 million different styles of socks, Emily who is constantly wearing mine and making them dirty when they are brand new, Aubrey who has a brand new pack I bought her but still goes without them every morning because she can't find the new ones. And the holes. THE HOLES. WHAT UP WIT DA HOLES!?! Serious. My kids, I don't know how they do it. They get the most gigantious holes in their socks. I didn't even know such holes were possible. Sometimes I hold a sock up and look at it and think, did this really used to be a sock? I don't get it because I have socks that are old and don't have any holes in them and I buy my kids new socks and a week later...they are the most religious socks in town. 'Cause they're so holy. Yesterday I seriously was ready to pack up and move to Florida or something so that we can just wear sandals year round. That would solve most of my sock problems, except for Steve who would probably wear socks WITH his sandals. OK, I can't talk about this any more.
The other day I was so excited because I went to the grocery store and my total bill was $25.88. And my total saving was $25.97. CHA CHING! And I'm not even a couponer.
Since I am in the business of documenting all the strange happenings and things I see in my neighborhood, I just had to share this one. I was on my way to pick Addy up from preschool today and as I was leaving the neighborhood I could see that at the intersection ahead there was all kinds of funky goin' on. There were police lights and a bunch of cars and this big huge blue and white moving thing that took up the entire intersection. I got my phone out (the screen was actually working at that given moment) and since I was driving at the same time I was trying to operate the camera on the phone, I took a video instead of a picture so this looks horrible, but it's a boat. A big ol huge honkin' boat. Bigger than any boat I have ever seen. Just driving down the road with it's own police escort.
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