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Sitting on the Polar Express train, in seating groups of four...Sam said, "Mommy, I wish there were four of us."
Good Christ...just throw me UNDER the train, kid!
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Sitting in the car on the way to WalMart...Steve said, "If Mommy behaves in WalMart then we can get milkshakes afterward."
Yeah...Mommy is the one who acts like she's lost her mind in WalMart.
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Standing in WalMart, placing a very expensive vacuum in our cart...Steve said, "This IS going in the blog, right?"
Yes world...he bought us a Dyson...isn't he a great guy? I'm sure there will be many a post where I rave about my new vacuum.
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Standing in the Home Depot parking lot, throwing stuff out of the minivan...I screamed, "I told you it wasn't going to f***ing fit! And you bought it anyway! You're an asshole!"
Clearly, I am FILLED with the Christmas spirit and lost the faking it facade there for a moment or two.
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Sitting on Santa's lap at the mall...Santa said, "What would you like for Christmas." Sam (the kid of endless I wants and gimmes) said, "I have no idea."
The next day Sam said to me, "Mommy, I think we should go back to the mall and tell Santa that he needs to bring Daddy a new train because I broke his." This kid gets the Christmas spirit already. I get all teary-eyed just thinking of his kindness.
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Last night, I said, "I can't believe I'm laying in my own bed in my own brand spankin' new master bedroom!"
Yep...furniture moved in and the first night's sleep was had. Aside from a bit of a chill because we have not yet figured out the ideal thermostat setting, it was a lovely way to spend Sunday night after a LONG weekend.
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This morning, on the phone with the contractor, "Great...so we're talking $2500 to put in the new living room ceiling?"
Sigh.
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You're not the first, nor the last, wife to make the same comment in a Home Depot parking lot. Trust me. Except a certain wife is swearing about a Jeep Grand Cherokee and working around a carseat.
No Christmas spirit (or lack thereof) required, just men who are spatially impaired.
Congrats on the new bedroom...on to the bathroom!
Regardless of the Home Depot incident, i think you have a wonderful husband. I *love* my Dyson! It works great and is remarkably sturdy. Just a few weeks ago i mistakenly dropped the clear canister part *from the 3rd floor of my house* (i was attempting to be slick and empty it directly into the dumpster without going down the stairs) and it didn't even break! It was certainly a blog-worthy story but i was too tired to write it...
I am extremely jealous of you, sleeping in your new master bedroom! And, actually, all things considered, $2500 doesn't sound that bad for the ceiling...
Silly as I feel saying this, my neighbour has raved on about his Dyson so much, and for so long, that I believe you will post about the Dyson.
So honestly, is it REALLY that spectacular? Let us all know...
I just got the vacuum that was replaced with a Dyson at my dad's house. At the handover I heard for the 37th time how great the Dyson is. And K STILL remembers fondly the Dyson they had at his workplace of 1998. Congratulations on your Dyson. May it make your carpet crud disturbingly satisfying;)
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