Friday, August 31, 2007

Local Toddler Charged with Sexual Harrassment.

I can see the headline now!

We had an installer here today putting in a security system. The Munchkin affectionately referred to him as "The Man", all morning. "Where Man go?", "What Man doing?"

She decided to be all cute and cuddly, and climbed up on the sofa to give me kisses and hugs. "Man" was working on the door from the den to the deck as she got down, went over to him and said "Man, piss, piss, man" For those of you that don't know, "piss" is her word for "kiss." Now "Man" looked very confused, I'm sure he was thinking what a great word for a Toddler to use on company. At that point I was faced with explaining that she wanted to give him a kiss, not that she wanted him to take a piss. I thought this over for a second and decided that neither of these explanations would be comfortable so I left well enough alone, and tried to get her focused on something else. That worked for about a split second before she walked back over to "Man" and yelled "Pants Off" and proceeded to pull her pants down. Great, I'm raising a stripper.

Realizing that her direct approach was falling on blind eyes and obviously not working, she decided to play a little game of hard to get.

While "Man" was working on the motion sensor, The Munchkin would run over to him and say "You no get me" and take off running, only to find that he was not willing to play her game, not wanting to give up she did this about one thousand and sixty four more times, before finally admitting defeat.

Note to self: Explain to Munchkin the concept of not buying the cow, when you get the milk for free.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

I'm Not A Bitch?

Thank you Mommapeas.

I never saw this award coming my way. I tend to think of myself as pretty bitchy, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that you have nominated me for this little bit of "blog bling"

I must say that I would give this award right back to you, if I could and I will also nominate my other Partners in Crime....

Random Mommy & Yankee Belle

I have had the great pleasure of getting to know all of these ladies over this past year and have formed some of the best friendships with each of them. We need a great friend award or something to be passed around too...

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, you guys are the bestest!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

A Mommy Milestone

I did it! I officially completed a 3 day camp for the Munchkin. A drop off, leave for 3 hours, and pick up, kind of camp. I actually allowed someone other than family to watch her, and she didn't die an awful death, bust her head open, or choke on a grape while I was gone. All very good things. They would have had some serious explaining to do if she would have escaped the front gate, gone out the front door and taken off with someone that was not on the approved pick up list (me), I would not have been happy! Yes, all of these scenarios went through my head.

I knew that a little time away from each other would do us both some good. She was able to build her independence and her confidence knowing that I would come back and get her. And for me? Well, I got to spend 3 days "hanging with my Homies" shopping at the mall, having lunch, and getting pedicures. I got a haircut and brow wax, and even made it in and out of Target and WalMart in record time.

This does not mean that either of us is ready for this type of separation on a regular basis. Today she was a little clingy and on the ride to the gym kept saying "Mama come too?" So I knew that 3 days in row was pushing it, not to mention that by about 10:30 everyday I was ready to have her back, can we say "Co-Dependent?"

So, she was body slammed by a little girl bigger than her, put in a head lock, face down in the ball pit by same girl, and had some mysterious scratches on her arm today. We both made it through this venture in one piece, and without losing sanity.

I will end by saying that there isn't anything sweeter than the look on her face when she saw me come back to get her, a genuine happiness to see me, followed by "miss you" and lots of kisses, that alone might be worth the time a part...... maybe.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Our New Meal Ticket

We went to lunch at the Olive Garden yesterday to celebrate my Aunts Birthday. Olive Garden is not one of our favorite places to eat, it's ok for me, but Hubby HATES it.

We sat down and got our drinks ordered, everyone is making a fuss over how cute the Munchkin is and how much she has grown when the Server comes back with our drinks, she's down to 2 glasses when she loses balance and spills my sweet tea all over the Munchkin's head and most of my left side. Now when I say spilled, I mean completely drenched the Munchkin, her hair looked like she had just gotten out of the bath and I could literally wring the tea out of her skirt. She handled it like a champ though, there was a brief moment when she looked at me to see how she was supposed to react, since I didn't panic, she didn't either, she only shouted out "ICE, ICE" making the entire restaurant laugh.

After we got dried off and finished our meal the Manager came over to apologize and let us know that she had taken care of our meals.... Hmmmm, do you think that there is a way to train an almost 2 year old to "trip" the waitress?.... What? It's not like the actual glass fell on her head. Trust me that would have been a whole other story you would have seen on the news, Birmingham Family, now owns Olive Garden...

We could be on to something.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

The Final Countdown!

One week from tonight!!!

Weagle Weagle War Damn Eagle.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Why Is It?

I held a meet and greet today for some ladies that have been wanting to join the Mommies Group that I organize. We typically do this at a local mall, it's easy, rain or shine, plenty of room and we have the food court so not everyone has to agree on what to eat.

I was hoping that I would also be able to do a little shopping while I was there (another plus for doing it at the mall) Lots of stores are having big sales right now, and I need a few things for the beach. The problem was that the Munchkin had different plans for me, why does it always happen this way? You have the time, you have the money and your child has to chose that day to act like a little shit?

Here's the rundown:

1. While talking with the other Mommies, the Munchkin sat quietly in her stroller while dumping her entire sippy cup onto her shirt.

2. Flipped out of stroller onto head. Okay, this might have been my fault for not strapping her in for the "short" walk over to Chick Fil A. But seriously, who feels the need to stick their head between their legs while riding in a moving object?

3. Pooped right after we all got our food and sat down to eat.

4. Screamed like I was trying to kill her while changing diaper in less than perfect conditions. Stupid changing station was right over the garbage can and would not fold down completely, Munchkin was practically upside down, maybe I deserved that.

5. Screamed like a Banshee when we returned to table of women I just met. Would not eat anything, except for "pop-pop" (lollipop) leading to...

6. Making me look like a terrible Mom who only feeds her child Dum-Dums for lunch.

7. Tried to steal clothes from the Gap. Thank goodness I noticed the little Klepto's bundle of shirts before getting out of the store.

SERIOUSLY.. At this point you think I would have called it a day, right? Nope!

8. Knocked over end cap of cookies at grocery store because she refused to take off her sunglasses and couldn't see where she was going and wouldn't hold my hand.

9. Allowed me to get completely soaked while trying to buckle her in her seat and talk her out of a tantrum.

My nerves are shot.. I need an adult beverage. Best part? Date night, I'm leaving her with my sister and I won't be looking back!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Moral Dilemma

Save myself or save the girl?

You all know that I have a crazy fear of that little insect known as the cockroach, but did you know that I would sacrifice my child to save myself?

Last night while I was changing into my jammies, the Munchkin was sitting on my bedroom floor, near the clothes hamper, taking off her shoes. I looked over about the same time this GINORMOUS, cockroach crawled right past her, missing her little hand by inches. My first instinct? Scream and run, save yourself little Munchkin, every man for him/herself. Then as I snapped out of my momentary hysteria, I sternly said to the Munchkin "Get up, right now and come to Mommy....NOW" She actually obeyed me, she took her sweet time as all Toddlers tend to do, but she made it out alive, unscathed of the trauma that is "La Cocaracha"

I ran and got the bug spray, and of course the little Bastard was nowhere to be found. I looked under the dresser, flipped over the clothes hamper, nothing. The Munchkin was following me around saying Ewe! Bug? Bug?

After putting the Munchkin down for bed, I went back to search some more, there was no way in hell I was going to bed until I had a roach carcass. Fortunately the poison that the bug guy sprayed got to him because he was upside down, dying a slow death when I found him in my bathroom, I sprayed him anyway for good measure. You can never be too careful.

Why is it always Hubby's poker night when things like this happen? Not wanting Hubby to feel left out of all the excitement, I left the remains for him to dispose of.

What? You didn't think I would actually pick that thing up did you?

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Whew! It's Only Peanut Butter

While the Munchkin was (not) napping in her room this afternoon, I decided to tackle some much needed housework. I have fallen off of the cleaning wagon, and I'm desperately trying to right myself before the laundry gets up and walks itself to the washing machine.. Although that would be nice, wouldn't it?

While prepping my floors to be mopped (sweeping and swiffering.) I noticed this brown smudge on the laundry room doors. I like to think I keep a relatively clean house, and that something like this must not have been there too long, or I would have noticed. Of course my first thought is that it looks an awful lot like poo. I then happen to notice the same smudge on the kitchen door, door frame and knob. I'm thinking this is bad, very bad! The Munchkin has been going through this phase where she likes to let her hands "hang out" down the back of her diaper, not really doing anything, just resting, so I of course thought the worst. I went to get a paper towel to examine the unidentifiable substance, I couldn't tell by sight alone, so I had to resort to the sniff test..... Don't act like you've never done this!

Thankfully, it was without a doubt, peanut butter! I thought I was going to have to break all of my new "green" rules and whip out the clorox for some hard core cleaning!

Now my only questions is this, what stupid Mommy let her child walk around the house eating a PB&J? Oh right, me, the one who was too tired to fight about sitting at the table to eat lunch. Some days you just have to give, even if means wiping peanut butter off of your walls!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Mommy Brain or Paranoia?

I've come to accept the fact that my brain is pretty much mush now after having a child. I constantly forget things and will lose thought in...... Wait. What was I saying? oh yeah, lose thought in mid sentence.

Most recently though, I'm thinking that the Hubby is playing a mean joke on me. I've been looking for one of my flip flops for almost a week now. The last time I saw the pair, the Munchkin was wearing them around the house. When I decided the next day I wanted to wear them, all I had was the right one. I tore my closet apart, looked under the bed, the sofa, and found myself begging a 22 month old to help me find my shoe. I asked her over and over where she put Mommy's shoe, thinking, maybe, just maybe she would go and retrieve it like a Labrador. No luck!

As I head to the grocery store yesterday, I give another quick look around thinking that maybe I over looked it, I even tell the Hubby about the flip flop that is MIA, he says he will keep an eye out. I get home from the store, head to the closet to take off my shoes, and Lo' and Be-hold, the missing shoe is right there in front of me!

This is not a coincidence my friends. Although I have made the Hubby triple - super swear he had nothing to do with it, I think he lies.

Something is not right here and I intend to get to the bottom of this. Hubby says "Mommy Brain", I say "he lies", he says, I'm paranoid, I think someone is trying to make me look silly and I don't like it....

To be continued!

Friday, August 17, 2007

Open Letter.

Dear Big Ass SUV Driving Morons,

Is it too much to ask that you take the extra 2 seconds to back out and straighten your big ass vehicle into the parking space correctly? Are you in such a hurry to see what's in the Dollar Spot at Target to consider that some people actually have to get a child out of a car seat?

I feel that I have every right to lash out at you Morons, as I have recently re-joined the Big Ass SUV population. But I am different than you, I am considerate and I know what the little painted lines in the parking lot mean. These are not merely guidelines for you to follow at your own discretion, they have a purpose. You park between them, not on them, not halfway off of them. And for the love of all that is Holy, if someone else has made the terrible decision to park like an idiot, don't feel the need to "squeeze" in beside them, this only makes matters worse for everyone.

It never ceases to amaze me how many of you actually have children and still don't take the time to park straight. This causes me much stress and aggravation. It also causes me to "accidentally" ding your car without a care in the world. Next time you park like a crazy ass person, and you come out of the store to see a slight improvement to your paint job.... You're Welcome!

Consider it a reminder that your size 12 ass probably won't cram into a size 4 pair of jeans either!


Wednesday, August 15, 2007

No Solicitation!

I'm hate to say this, because in my former life, my backgroud was Sales and Marketing.

I. Hate. Solicitors.

I completely understand that it's a tough job, I've been there and done that. What I don't understand is this whole new era of "Mall Solicitors"

The Munchkin and I spent some girl time today cruising the mall. What else are we going to do when it's 1-0-(f'ing)4 degrees outside!!!

Anyway, as we made our way through the mall to the food court, I was accosted by these girls who thought my hair needed some "touching up" with this magical piece of equipment they were selling/demonstrating, oh, and using on random dirty people who probably have "head bugs" - I politely smile, "No, Thank You".

As we continue on to the food court, "Nut Guy" jumps out from behind his little stand to try and get me to sample his nuts.. You know what I mean. Again, I politely decline as he then lowers the tray for the Munchkin to see, Um! No! She's not even 2, she does not need to be eating whole cashews and pecans, think dude! He better be glad she didn't have time to process the whole situation, because I would have thrown a smack down on "Nut Guy" right there in front of Talbot's, if a tantrum would have ensued!

We ate lunch, rode the carousel, bought some cookies and called it a day. On our way back, the same hair girls attempted to hit me up again!!! Seriously, can you not remember the lady walking with a 22 month old slow poke, following close behind? This time though, the Munchkin was on top of her game, as the lady approached, the Munchkin yelled with all of her might.. NOOOOOOOO! MINE!!! I'm not sure if she was referring to me being her Mama, or if she thought the lady was going to take her cookie, either way, it worked.

God love the Munchkin!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Um.....Meet Dick?

For once, I am at a complete loss for words....

Monday, August 13, 2007

Strike One.

Snobby neighbor chick, finally sold/rented her house. Not really sure which as she is snobby and won't talk to us.

All weekend she and her Fiancee have been moving and cleaning. I say Fiancee like I know, but this is just the story that I have made up in my head. She got knocked up, rushed the engagement and is moving to South Carolina, why South Carolina? Why not, it's my head! Why pregnant? Because she has gained some weight, silly!

Anyway, we have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of our new neighbors, wondering what to expect. You always think you have it bad, until someone moves in that has a dog that barks more, or they don't take care of their yard. Snobby? Yes, but at least we never had to deal with her and she kept her yard in good shape.

Today, after being at a playgroup and sitting in the car for an oil change I head to the house only to find "new neighbor" is parked in my driveway. Now, these houses are close together and all, but this is clearly MY house and I would appreciate it if you would mostly kindly get the hell out of my driveway so that I can not sit here in the middle of the road in heat that is over 100 degrees!!!! Thank you.

Snobby neighbor chick had to go and get her to move her minivan (not that there's anything wrong with that) As she hops back in without so much as a wave, or the mouthing of the words "I'm sorry" - I realize that I don't like "new neighbor".

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Family Fan Day

With only 3 weeks left until Auburn Football, we decided to head on down to the "Loveliest Little Village on the Plains" for a day of stalking the elusive team mascot, Aubie. We've been trying to get a picture of him with the Munchkin for a while now and heard that he would be participating in the annual Fan Day, held at the Coliseum.

So off we went.

The Wait........

The Reward.... How awesome is this???

Good times had by all. War Eagle!

Friday, August 10, 2007

Accidental Porn.

I'm sure you are saying yeah right! Accidental, Ha! But seriously, it was...

Last night after the Munchkin was down for the night, I went downstairs to begin my mindless channel surfing, quickly remembering that everything sucks right now. So I take the opportunity to search my "On Demand" programs, thinking that there has to be some reality crap I've been meaning watch. The new Real World, Sydney started, I've only seen the first episode, so I cruise through there to see if I've missed an episode, nope. All caught up. I scroll on through and realize that I've completely missed most of the RW Reunion, Las Vegas. I flip through the episodes to see what I've missed, find one, click ok and..... MY EYES, MY EYES, Holy Hell. What just happened? I am sitting there holding the remote, watching some perky breasted, blonde (not naturally) women making noises and full on, gettin' it on. Hubby looks up from his laptop immediately curious.

Him: What is that?
Me: Like you don't know....

So I try to back out of it thinking, well, I don't know what I was thinking, I wasn't really sure how this happened.

I get back to live T.V and try again to get my episode of RW, and it happens again!

More "Bow, Chick-A-Bow Wow" music, more moaning, more grinding...

This episode is coded very wrong in the cable listing some how. Can you just imagine if some teenage boy came across this by accident? What a thrill.

Should I call the cable company to inform them of this error? What if I was trying to get an episode of Elmo, or Dora and this "popped up" instead? My Munchkin would be morally blemished, ruined, robbed of her innocence at the sight of this filth...

On the other hand I don't think we are being charged for this, or atleast we would have grounds to refute the charges... Hmmmm. Kidding, just kidding.

Kind of.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

My Most Wonderful Day!

I just put the Munchkin to bed, and it was all I could do to pull myself away and not sit and read to her for a few more hours. She has been the most lovable little girl today, full of hugs and never running out of kisses. Offering them up instead of having me beg for them.

She's been cuddly, snugly and just all around perfect today. She ate like a champ, drank her milk, took a great nap, and played by herself willingly.

She was so good that I took her for a scoop of ice cream after dinner and she sat up on the stool, looking way older than her 22 months, eating her treat and saying "Tank to, Mama"

Days like these I wish I could bottle, just so I don't forget one second, or one look of the cuteness that is my Munchkin.

DMV? or F'ing Dumbasses? You Decide.

We are in the process of purchasing me a new vehicle! Yay! It's something that just so happened to fall in our lap, a "right place at the right time" kind of thing.

There are a few things that we wanted to know before making the final decision to purchase, one of those being the cost to play musical tags on 3 cars. Hubby is going to sell his truck and drive the 4-runner that I am giving up. I would like to keep my Auburn tag and move it to the new car that I will be driving, simple enough, right?

So I call the DMV, tags and license number in the phone book and speak to John, and I use the term "speak to" loosely. John sounded like he had about 2 teeth and I had to repeat everything 3 times, I found myself almost shouting at this man through the phone, not sure if he couldn't hear or if he was just that dumb.

It ended with him telling me, and I kid you not... "Ma'am, you are going to have to come down to the office to ask your question" What? I said to him, "What you are telling me is, I will have to physically get in my car, and drive to your office to ask you to your face the same question that I have already asked you 3 times?"

He then said I would have to contact the office in my area and gave me a phone number to call.

I would like to say that I had better luck with the ladies there, but it went something like this.

DMV Dumbass
: Ma'am we aren't allowed to give that information out over the phone, you will have to bring the paperwork in to do the transfer, and we can tell you how much it will be at that time.

Me: What I'm trying to tell you is that I don't have any paperwork, I haven't purchased the vehicle yet, I'm just trying to get an estimate.

DMV Dumbass: Right, in order to get an estimate you will need to come in with the paperwork, the title and bill of sale.

Me: Do you understand the concept of an estimate?

DMV Dumbass: Ma'am Hold on

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep... Not even some nice Muzak.. just beeping....

DMV Dumbass Supervisor
: Ma'am, can I help you?

Me: Doubtful but here goes.. I explain everything again, to no avail.

DMV, Dumb Ass, Supervisor insists that there is absolutely no way to give an estimate of the cost to transfer these tags.

How is it possible that in this day, in this age of technology, people have to show up to transfer a tag and have absolutely no idea if it's going to cost $50.00 or $400.00?

There has to be a better way, and there has to be some smarter people that can fill these jobs.

Monday, August 06, 2007

I AM Special!

I've been so busy obsessing over John Mayer lately, that I've fallen behind on my Blog Reading addiction. I was pleased to stumble upon this while catching up on "The Fishbowl"

I'm a Mom!.., because she's the one who got me hooked on blogging in the first place. Where would I be without you? Except maybe in a clean house since all of my time wouldn't be spent blogging! She's also the organizer of the most kick ass, rockin' mommy's group ever. Thanks, I'm A Mom!

I've secretly always wanted one of these little goodies!! Thanks for loving me, now I will pass the love on.

All of these girls posses something that I admire. They are smart, funny and have the ability to make light of the precarious situations that their little darlings, (Husbands included) continue to put them in. Keep on Rockin'.

Yankee Belle -- You just make me laugh. I can hear you saying every word as I read.

MommaPeas -- It's funny to discover that someone in a different body is living your life, almost exactly!

MommaDrool -- I've only known you a very short time, but damn! You crack me up.

I of course would also pass this along to Random Mommy but she's been hit already.

Spread the love ladies, spread the love.

Munchkin and her "Shange"

Lately the Munchkin has been obsessed with change, "shange" as she says. So I will let her take the change out of my wallet and play, usually ending up with dimes and pennies all over the house.

The other day, I thought I could use this play time as a learning experience by trying to teach her what each one was. She is pretty good at picking out a penny, I'm guessing because of it's color. She started getting quarter right, so I thought I would move on to the dime and nickel. I was explaining to her what they were, and that a dime is kind of like a little quarter. When I went back through them to see if she could remember, I picked up the quarter and said, "Munchkin, can you tell me what this is?" She thought for a second and then said, "Big Dime"

I love her!

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Goodbye My Love!

So another rendezvous has come and gone, and my man did not disappoint. He opened with his song "Belief" and went straight into "Bigger than My Body". Other songs from the set list included: "Waiting on the World to Change", "Neon", "Good Love is on the Way" and many more, before ending with an encore of, "Your Body is a Wonderland", and "I'm gonna find another You"

It was another brief encounter, he begged me to come with him, I of course, thinking about what life would be like for the Munchkin on the road, had to decline.

So I will anxiously await his return and the release of any and all new music he has planned.

Good Bye John! My heart will be with you until we meet again!

Saturday, August 04, 2007

The Countdown Continues..

4 Weeks and counting until Auburn Football kicks off against Kansas State. Here are a few pictures of the fun we've had... Can't wait for another exciting season!

Toomers Corner after a 28-23 win over Bama in 2003 (I think).

Me with Hubby - Tiger Walk at Ole Miss, before beating them 35-14, 2004.

Me with BFF, tailgating in Knoxville. We beat TN 34-10 that year.

"The Guys" tailgating in Knoxville, 2004

Friday, August 03, 2007

Want to Meet John Mayer?

Um.. Hell Yes?

So, I get this email from the Local-83 Listeners Union, a.k.a Fan Club. (Yes, I'm 12) Of course it gets my attention. Evidently because I purchased my tickets through Local-83, I'm in the running to get tickets for an "Eat & Greet" (I won't go there, people..)

Anyway, to improve your chances of winning these passes, the chat room on his site just hosted a trivia game. I logged on to try my hand and I must say that I didn't know shit. Is it so bad that I just love HIM, his music and his talent? Why must I know what color sweat shirt he was wearing in a video? How would you see a video anyway? My MTV doesn't play those anymore.

Is it sad that I was probably the oldest one in that chat room by at least 10 years? And my almost 2 year old will tell you "John {pause} Murrrrrr" when asked: Who is Mommy's Boyfriend? I really should get a life.

Flashbacks of New Kids on the Block are coming back to me now, although, at the time I would have kicked all your asses when asked trivia about them, me and Joey were going to marry, have 3 kids... Do you see a pattern here?

I would have a total "Johngasim" if my phone rang to tell me I had won. Seriously, I might actually die, like, OhmyGod!

Alright, you get the point!

For all of the Dora lovers!!

Since we've been talking about our love for all things Dora, I thought some of you would really like this.... Ahem! BlueMomma

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Motherhood Agrees with Me!?

I was at the Dentist office today (a crown, $688.00, in case you were concerned about my poverty level this week) and my Dentist says to me.... "Well, motherhood sure does agree with you, you look great". My first reaction is THANK YOU! I mean, come on, who doesn't welcome comments that feed your ego, and make you feel good for having banana smeared across every inch of your clothing. But while we were waiting for the "sleepy juice" to work it's magic, I began thinking about that compliment. Hmmmm, Motherhood agrees with me... What does that mean? That for 30 years prior to being a Mom, I looked like shit?

Just wondering.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Buyers Remorse.

I thought with the boyfriend coming into town this weekend, it would be nice to have something new to wear for the occasion. He's pretty much seen me in everything else and it's been almost a year since he's been through town anyway, I deserve a sassy new top, right?

I went out looking last night and nothing really struck me except how expensive things seem to be now. It's hard to believe that I actually paid these prices for clothes before the Munchkin was born. Where are those clothes now, anyway? So, I left empty handed.

I was across town today and remembered that a girl I know owns a really cute boutique, so I thought I would stop in and see what she had. The good thing about buying from a boutique is, you probably won't run into someone wearing the exact same thing, don't you hate that?

As soon as I walked in, she greeted me, loved on the Munchkin and asked what I was looking for. She started pulling cute stuff off the racks and filling the dressing room, never once asking my size but getting them all right, and I pretty much loved everything she offered me. How can you not want to buy that kind of service?

Of course the top that I liked the most was the most expensive, go figure! So, I put that one out of my mind and went for the one that was actually on sale, only to find that it had a small, pin hole in the sleeve and she didn't have anymore in my size. Again, go figure. So I settled on the one that I also really liked, that was priced in between the two, but still more than what I should have spent. It's cute, it's cute on, and it makes my boobs look good. What's not to love?.... The price! I won't mention it here as my "Financial Adviser" may be reading and he's better off in the dark on this one. Trust me.

So all afternoon, I've been regretting the decision I made, thinking of all the things I could have bought for the Munchkin, or me for that matter. But I'm stuck now, I can't take something back to a place where I know the owner, how embarrassing!

Let's just hope that my hotty, hot, hottness when wearing this new top will outweigh the immense feeling of guilt, knowing that the Munchkin will not be getting her new pair of Vincents this month!