You, Sir, are a SNEAK!

Last night the hubby was eating some of the Halloween candy that I had bought to pass out to trick-or-treaters. I hadn't opened the bag, and I knew the boys hadn't opened it because I kept close watch all day. But when I went to go hide the rest of the candy, I couldn't for the life of me find a tear or hole in the bag. How in the world did he get the Starburst out? The only ones we had in the house were from that bag. And then I found this, hidden under the seam on the back:

*Smacks head* The hubby is worse than the kids!

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.

I had an experience with a consignment shop that I brought clothes to today that was LESS than desirable. It was my first visit to their store, and definitely my last.

Here's my beefs with them:

1. They don't do appointments...walk in only. And their consigning hours are M-F from 12-5. I went in today with all 3 kids (the boys had a half day) and got there at 1pm. I was told I'd have to wait 2 HOURS before they could let me know what they wanted, and pay me for it.
2. I killed 2 hours with three rambunctious children (I didn't want to go home because we were all the way across town) and came back to find out that they only wanted a few peices of clothing from the BOX of things that I brought them. It totalled a whopping $3.50. I'm almost laughed out loud when the employee asked me if I wanted it in cash or store credit.
3. They told me that the clothes that they passed on were stained (um...NO! I don't consign stained clothing...GROSS!) or old label brands. Come again? The box contained mostly Gap, Abercrombie, Old Navy, and American Eagle clothes....all of which were listed on racks of clothes that I passed on my way in.
4. They took my very nicely folded clothes and just threw them back in the box...making it extremely hard to carry because it was overflowing.

On the way out of the store, Noah was carrying Sophia because I had to maneuver a heavy box to the car, and she knocked down a pair of boots off of a display. I told Noah that I didn't care that she knocked them down and to just leave them, becuase I wanted to get out of there. Totally petty and immature, but I couldn't help it. I was mad. It made me feel a tiny bit better. And to top it all off, I still had errands to run afterwards! I had planned on just using the cash from the consignment to get the few things I needed, so I put them off until after I went back. It was a total waste of a day, and all for $3.50. I used more than that in gas trying to kill the two hours I had to wait!

Just call me Mrs. Productive!

I'm so proud of myself today. I had a HUGE to-do list for myself, and I got every single thing done! That rarely happens, so I'm thrilled! Here's what my list consisted of:

• Laundry- one load of towels, one load of whites.
• Wash dishes.
• Go to Walmart to get tights and ribbon.
• Go to Sally Beauty Supply for more alligator clips.
• Drop off donations at Goodwill.
• Make spider clippies for an Etsy order

• Post Office run.
• Finish Jonah's Halloween shirt.
• Make Tinkerbell wand for Sophia's Halloween costume.
• Make Yoda ears for Noah & Jonah's Halloween costumes.
• Make Reindeer Korkers for my Etsy shop.

• Sweep
• Vacuum

Now I can sit back and relax when the kids go to bed!

Sing it, baby!

Here's Sophia's rendition of the ABC's.

Jonah-isms v.3: Future Beer Vendor?

Noah and Jonah's favorite indoor pasttime is playing hockey in our hallway. It's a teacher workday today, and it's raining, so they have been playing hockey all day. Jonah came in to the living room asking for Sophia's ride-on car, saying he needed the zamboni to clean the ice between periods. A few minutes later he went into the kitchen to get some waterbottles for himself and Noah. Then I hear him down the hall saying "Get your ice cold beers here!" I got up to see what he was doing (and to make sure that they hadn't grabbed any of Bobby's beer from the back fridge), and this is what I saw:
I'm thinking we may have spent too much time at Jobing.com Arena when we lived in Phoenix.

Going down...

I was running to the post office to mail an Etsy order (http://jenscraftcorner.etsy.com), and saw something that made my heart skip a beat. Gas was $2.69! It's been under three dollars for just over a week now, which is defnitely something I never thought I'd see again. But it's slowly creeping closer to $2.50 a gallon! Hallelujah! I can almost afford to gas up my Tahoe again!

Jonah-isms v.2: Peeps

Jonah has always added the "e" sound to the end of his words, i.e: drink-y, snack-y, book-y, you get the idea.
Anyway, last weekend we had family in town for Noah's birthday party, and my cousin Val sent up some Halloween goodie bags for my munchkins. They had coloring books, chocolate, and Peeps. Jonah got all excited at the sight of sugar, and while bouncing up & down he said, "Momma! Open my Peep-y's!" Seems innocent enough, right? Well, re-read it and say Peep-y's out loud. I'll wait.
Yep..."Peep-y's" sounds an awful lot like "pee-pee's" which is the word we use in our house to refer to "boy parts". Noah instantly started sniggering from across the room. I caught a glimpse of my sisters who were in the kitchen, and they were doubled over in silent laughter. It was all I could do not to explode with giggles myself. I have never had to concentrate more on getting that plastic cellophane wrapper off the box of Halloween Peeps!