In the check-out line at Costco, a young employee asked with a completely straight face:
“The item at the top of your cart–will that be to purchase or for return?”
“I didn’t realize returns were an option on those,” I said.
Again, with nary a mouth twitch, he said, “If you have the original receipt.”
I’m going through my drafts folder, of which I have 22 potential posts. This was the oldest. The daughter I speak of is now 15! This was fun for me to read, as I didn’t remember any of it. So grateful for this blog to store these memories. I hope you enjoy this little tale.
My oldest daughter was two-years-old, I would regularly take a nap on the couch while she played quietly nearby. Yep, you read that correctly. I could nap without fear while my TWO-year-old played. She was certainly something special.
Usually I would sleep with a blanket on me. One day I laid down without first grabbing the blanket. My daughter noticed this and got my blanket for me, spreading it carefully across my body. Another time, the blanket had slipped off my feet, so she replaced it for me.
Pic by tookapic of Pixabay.
Perhaps a year or two later, Read the rest of this entry
Hubs and I were standing in the kitchen when youngest daughter said, “Damn.” Our eyes widened.
What in the world?
I turned and saw this:
Isn’t my son so stylish with his new spikey hair gel look?
Nope. It’s just Read the rest of this entry
My mother clearly put a lot of thought into choosing just the right card for her youngest child’s birthday.
See what she wrote on the inside.
My children have become resourceful in their time of need. And boredom.
Snails in their new… terrarium, I guess?
Closer shot. They look happy. I mean, I think.
After gathering these creatures from the neighborhood, the girls are learning snail husbandry. Each snail is named and checked on daily. A chart has been made with dates, colorations, observations. “What snails eat” has been googled many times to be sure they are well cared for.
Then, several weeks in, lo and behold… Read the rest of this entry
Don’t get upset. It’s not what you think. It’s just what someone called it after piling me with bunnies.
First there was one.
Then someone asked if I’d like to hold two. “Sure,” I said, but that quickly jumped to three.
And suddenly there were four.
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Clear instructions in case I want to either flog my blanket, or turn it into a meringue.
Perhaps it needs to be punished for all that time spent lazing about outdoors?? What’s your take on this?
Half-eaten pink jelly bean.
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