Man training...

He may not be potty trained...
But at least he uses a coaster...
You're welcome, future wife.

Curse of the trashy thong

Everybody's got a pair. Those ratty flip flops you should only wear around the house, in the garden, or to run to the mailbox real quick. Or maybe you SHOULD NOT wear them. Ever. Never in public. The pair you should've given up a few years ago when the toe piece got yanked loose so now they have dirty duct tape holding them together. The pair your grandma would gasp if she saw. But, you just haven't had time or been able to splurge and spend $2.50 on a new pair. Don't play innocent. You know what I'm talking about.

Well, today it ends. Trashy thongs, meet dumpster, your new home. At least for the worst of my many pairs. Why? They love to come to town. Mostly on days that it's not ok if I look trashy. And have no other shoes with me. And am already running late for something. I step out of the house wearing nice shoes, slip on the ratty little devils to run out to feed the animals, and BAM! 25 minutes later, 1/2 way on my 45 minute drive to town, there they are. Smiling up at me with great glee that they once again tricked me into not putting my nice shoes back on.

Siiiiiggggggghhhhh. Thank you concerned lady at the grocery store for your kind offer, but it's ok. I know you don't believe me, but I can afford decent shoes. I just can't seem to wear them to town...

Toddler Fact #1

Give me fresh snacks and I will either snub them, or take them but proceed to crush and/or hide them in every furniture crevice I can reach, only actually consuming a minuscule proportion.

However, if you get out the vacuum to clean up a week (or more) worth of snack carnage, I will run around rabidly scarfing the stale/soggy treasures you revealed when you moved the coffee table/couch/etc. I might even attempt a hostile takeover of the vacuum and contemplation of how to bust into the canister to retrieve the culinary delights within...