| Thursday, September 29, 2005 |
| big lots o' fun |
It's my blog, and I'll blog if I want to, blog if I want to. Three posts in one evening, even.
My little imps dressed for the brisk fall weather this morning.
My Aunt Karen sewed this for Lauren a while back. It was perfect for this morning's nippy dip in temp. Sounds like a new Dip'N'Dots flavor, doesn't it?
A chair! In my size! I can die now!
We got our mailing circulars today, and one of my biggest suck-ins was in there: Big Lots. One of our cordless phones died, and they had a cordless with caller id for $12.98. And they had little foam chairs like I'd been wanting to get Lauren for under $10. I was in heaven. Big Lots is king.
We were in Big Lots for something like 2 hours. We visited the toy aisle about three times. (We'd have to leave for awhile and come back because the stimulation was TOO much.) Lauren would get so excited when we would stroll through, pointing at everything, and shouting "MAH!" I'm not quite sure if that means "Mom" or "Mine," but I have an eerie feeling that it means both.
Lauren is feeling loads better from earlier this week, but still has a little bit of a stuffy, runny nose. It had been wiped pretty raw when Rancito dropped her off this morning, and when I picked her up this afternoon, she had a bloody scab at the base of her nose divider thingamajig. (C'mon, one of you has to know what it's called.) Anyhow, as we were checking out in Big Lots (spending 3 times the amount I budgeted for the chair and phone), the cashier said, "Aw, did she fall?" I looked at Lauren and thought, "Some nerve this lady has, insinuating that I pushed my daughter down or something." Yeah, she didn't say that exactly, but I could hear it in her voice. What are you, the stupid Big Lots social worker police? I told her she had been sick and that her nose was just raw and that she needed to keep her big honkin' nose out of her customers' bidness. Okay, I didn't say that, but I thought it.
So, I had this post all thunk up, and as I was hitting publish on one of the other 300 posts I did tonight, I heard two screams from the living room. The first one came from Lauren, and the next one came from Rancito - "Yonz, come quick!"
I high tailed it to the living room to a scene of Rancito's arm smeared in blood, several large droplets of dark red blood on the carpet, and a long stream of blood and spit pouring out of Lauren's mouth. She fell. No, she didn't fall on anything like the end table, or toys, or 20-piece steak knife set we keep out in the living room, she fell smack dab onto the carpet.
When the blood finally cleared after what seemed like an eternity, I saw it looked like she had nicked the skin between her two upper teeth. She's okay. Her outfit, however, is not. That'll teach me to have a talk back soliloquy with the Big Lots lady. Dang voodoo woman.
It was Colonel Mustard in the study with the carpet remnant! |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 9/29/2005 |
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