No, thanks, dear.
Seriously, thats the conversation that took place between my and DD just moments ago. Apparently all pies in her world require the addition of 3 drops of ketchup. No more.. no less. Mind boggling.
Hubby is out picking up dinner. Chinese for me and him, and Subs for the kiddies. Apparently, subs must have exactly 3 pickles for my son. Weirdo.
I started Christmas shopping today. Too many parents wandering around wallyworld with a glazed look on their faces. I stood in the toy aisle watching one little bugger shaking a mounted lego display back and forth. Mommy told him to "st0p it darling, before you hurt yourself" Yeah. Ok. Did it come as surprise to anyone when the little bugger ripped the whole display from the shelf and sent it all crashing to the floor? Mommy Dearest turned and looked at her little darling and asked "Did you do that?" I looked at her, with my patented "Are you fucking stupid?" look, and said "In a word.. yes." She bent to clean it up, and another super mommy came up the aisle, saying to her angelic little cherub "Mommy will help this lady clean up" and shooting me the "You could help too" look. To hell with that. My kids are at least smart enough to run for the hills when they trash a display. Dont stick around for the fall out is my motto!!!!
I managed to get a start on my shopping, but soon found myself running for the checkouts, as a matter of self preservation. So I have a trunk full of stuff that I have to sneak in and lock up under the stairs while the kiddies are asleep.
I wonder where MY presents get hidden?
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