Friday Fragments

~Dracen said he wanted a pair of cowboy boots for Christmas.  I said, "I wonder what size you'd need in cowboy boots"?  He replied, "Santa will know...If he's really magic." 


~He also wanted to know why the foster child I picked the angel off the angel tree to buy a gift for didn't get stuff from Santa. I tried to think of a good answer but I mostly stumbled around my words.  


~I bought the big size jar of Nutella yesterday at the grocery store.  Seriously?  I need an intervention!  


~We are going to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra tomorrow in Greenville, SC.  I'm excited since I've never seen them before!  


~Does anyone know where I can buy a trash can for my kitchen that is Dachshund proof?  Because Brisco Darling can't seem to keep his nose out of the one I've got!  He knocked it over again twice yesterday.  I also caught him digging at the end of the house after he pawed the plastic drain pipe apart from the gutters.  He apparently doesn't believe the elves are watching.


~Devin had somehow managed to break his big binder for school in half and had been carrying it around like that, with no cover.  I finally remembered to buy him a new one this week and he didn't want it.  I had to force him to put his stuff in it.  Then a girl at school  took a pink paint maker and wrote his name in ginormous letters across the front with the little breast cancer awareness ribbon at the bottom (which I thought was a nice touch).  He said, "I need a new binder!  I cannot carry this thing around like this! "   I told him to either get over it or get creative and cover it up somehow.


~Dracen made a little drawing at school of these little houses with faces on them and called it "The People House Town."  Charlie and I thought it was really creative and said he should take it further and submit it to Disney or Nickelodeon because it's a lot better than some of that stuff they put on t.v.  Charlie continued to encourage him, telling him how if it was a hit, he could eventually sell it to them for big bucks.  He said he would never do that.  Spoken like a true artist!  "Never sell out out to the man!"  


~I'm getting my "hair did" at 8:30 this morning so I must sign off!


Happy Friday, Y'all!  :) 


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This, That and The Other...

On the news last night they showed a nearby Best Buy parking lot where several insane people had been lined up down the sidewalk since yesterday morning (and some apparently since Tuesday!) awaiting the store to open last night at midnight.  A few had even pitched their tents.  Is that even legal? They were all after that t.v. advertised for $199.  All I can say is, I'd hate to have been there when they ran out.  


I would not go out into that mob of blood thirsty bargain hunters if I was guaranteed a free t.v..  I prefer to do the majority of my Christmas shopping with the click of a tiny mouse while enjoying my amaretto flavored Folgers in my pajamas, complete with bare feet, bedhead, and a couple of lazy Dachshunds by my side.  


And speaking of the lazy Dachshunds, at least one of them...ahem...Brisco Darling!...was a very bad little wiener while we were away for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday.  Turns out he somehow got the memo about Thanksgiving being a day for getting your gluttony on because he managed to get into the cabinet and drag the trash can out from under the kitchen sink and proceed to feast on a buttload of old leftover chicken breasts and boneless pork chops that Charlie threw away yesterday morning. 


I told him he was a very bad little wiener so he rolled over onto his back and gave me his best "I'm so sorry" look with his belly bulging on both sides and resembling a prized cantaloupe.  And then he politely put himself to bed at 9pm.  


I, on the other hand, have succeeded at making it through two Thanksgiving get-togethers while only eating one piece of dessert, key lime pie.  If I ever turn down a piece of key lime pie, call 911 because I'm either deathly ill or my body has been taken over by an alien life form.  It just doesn't happen.  


I'm quite sure, however, that I more than made up for the calories I didn't consume in pie by inhaling countless spoonfuls of  Nutella that I've been sneaking out of the kitchen cabinet for the past week.  I had somehow managed, in my forty years of life, to escape the highly addictive, mouth watering, magical deliciousness that is Nutella.  


I blame Pinterest.  For all those seductive Nutella-containing recipes.


And the grocery store. For putting it right there beside the peanut butter. 


Because I am now in need of a good Nutella Rehab.  So if you know of one, please send me their contact information asap.  


In other Thanksgiving news, the boys left out last night for a two day hunting trip with their popaw, uncle, and cousin.  They had asked yesterday morning if they could take their BB guns with them to which we reluctantly said yes to.  But we promptly changed that to a no after I was popped in the mouth by a Nerf dart while minding my own business in Charlie's dad's living room yesterday afternoon.  


I shouted out, "I WILL KILL YOU!" before I even realized what or whom had shot me.  Not my proudest mom moment but what can I say?  It just came out. 

The guilty party aka the Dracenator/Idea Man began apologizing profusely and nearly had a complete meltdown once we informed him that he would not be taking his BB gun along on his hunting trip.  He insisted that he really only meant to shoot Charlie in the shoulder and instead accidentally hit me in the mouth.  And I explained to hit what would happen if he were to "accidentally" pop someone in the eye with his BB gun.  At the threat of not going on the trip at all, he reluctantly sucked it up and piped down.  


And before I go, I must share this story told by my mother-in-law Wednesday night about a customer complaint she received back when she worked in the Sears and Roebuck customer service department back in the 70s...


She politely answered the phone when she was blasted by a man shouting that he had a new baby who would NOT, for the love of God, STOP crying, that he had been up ALL night long, had missed his ever-lovin' plane and that THAT G.D. PILSBURY DOUGHBOY HAD EXPLODED AND COOKED ALL OVER THE INSIDE OF THEIR NEW REFRIGERATOR THAT WAS AS HOT AS AN OVEN AND THAT HE WANTED SOMEBODY OUT THERE ASAP!!!!  


Turns out the compressor on the refrigerator had been installed backwards and it was cooking their food. I did not even know that was possible.  She and two other employees ended up going out to the house where she was put in charge of watching the baby that wouldn't stop crying while the mess was cleaned up, the refrigerator was fixed and the wife went grocery shopping.    


Now THAT is what I call customer service!  Too bad it doesn't exist in the world still today.... 


Now if y'all will excuse me, I probably should think about getting dressed since it is now noon and I'm still sitting here in my pajamas beside the bad little dumpster diving wiener dog who is now producing some extremely foul smelling gas!  


But at least I'm not at Wal-mart...