Yesterday, Court and I went Christmas shopping and I walked away with several very successful purchases... FOR MYSELF! I swear, why does this happen to me every year. I plan for all the gifts I'm going to buy, map the best mall route, and for some magical reason every store is sold out of what I'm getting for other people but has a thousand of what I want for myself in stock. Dangit.
After shopping we walked back to the car and this had happened!
[my scarf...]
My first reaction was to think we got robbed, then to check my neck as if there is no possible way that was the same scarf I was wearing earlier, then to accept defeat.
On our way back to the car I saw this:
I initially thought it was funny, but the more I think about it, the more it makes me sad. Either, they really don't know who the baby daddy is for all 4 kids, or there are people out there thy think this is a funny way to treat a father. I love my dad! And, in fact, I'm getting real picture, life sized outlines of my family members put on my car, no question-marks involved! (That's a joke... It would peel off instantly with the rate my paint is fading these days...)
[Throwing the Chiqui's Family under the bus]
Oh, but today gets better!
I'm not going to brag or anything but I'm really good at backing out of our driveway. Now, I know that may seem like an incredibly simple task, but our driveway is like a level 10 Mario Cart race track, with its series of twists and turns, several cars too many, and possessed lassie dogs running around trying to make you crash. Instead of perfecting my 30-point turn around, I just cruise out backwards with nothing in my way, except for the garbage cans I knocked over this morning... Oh yeah and the large rock I ran into last week... Oops :)
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