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And batteries, but that was a surprise.
The nieces were amazingly enthused once we got there. They were excited about the gardening gloves (for me, not them, there weren't any kid-sized gloves). They were excited about carrying around the shovel. They were excited about walking down the aisle with the lighting... while carrying around the shovel. (Nothing broke. Whew.)
They were excited about going to the freaking bathroom, and once we'd done that, about picking out a new fridge. They wanted one with an ice maker. I said that's never going to happen. The fridges are by the stoves. They put their hands on all the burners. (Which weren't plugged in. Whew.) The stoves were by the washers and driers. They wanted a new washer. I said ours works fine. They wanted a new drier with a glass door. I said that if they want to see the clothes dry they should hang them up on the line. We went back and passed the batteries. They wanted the 16-pack. We got the 8-pack. It was all very exciting, apparently.
At the checkout line, they were excited to get candy. Pity it only came in king size, so they had to share. Ana wanted Almond Joy. Eva wanted Kit-Kat. I wanted them to pay with their allowance, but they'd spent it all. Well, anything to get us out faster. Ana suddenly screamed that Eva ALWAYS gets her own way. This would've worked to make Evangeline cave, but I paid for the Kit-Kat and wrote out a note: "Today, I let Eva win. 8/8/12" and handed it to Ana. "You lost this time because of the tantrum," I said, "but keep this note and next time you get YOUR way."
Now it was rather late, and nobody had had lunch, but Evangeline wanted to go to the playground. Ana: Do I *have* to??? Me: Are you handing in your note? Are you SURE you're not? Are you REALLY sure?
They stayed an hour at the playground before I dragged them away.
Went home and cooked dinner, chicken and cornbread. I didn't have a measuring cup or baking soda so I had to kinda estimate it all out and substitute some things and it was the BEST CORNBREAD EVER. Moist and delicious and because I had deviated so much from the recipe I'll never, ever, ever be able to repeat it. I normally make good cornbread, but this time I totally outdid myself and I'll never, ever replicate what I did today. *sigh* Did you know cornbread is deliciouser dipped in chicken drippings?
The nieces were amazingly enthused once we got there. They were excited about the gardening gloves (for me, not them, there weren't any kid-sized gloves). They were excited about carrying around the shovel. They were excited about walking down the aisle with the lighting... while carrying around the shovel. (Nothing broke. Whew.)
They were excited about going to the freaking bathroom, and once we'd done that, about picking out a new fridge. They wanted one with an ice maker. I said that's never going to happen. The fridges are by the stoves. They put their hands on all the burners. (Which weren't plugged in. Whew.) The stoves were by the washers and driers. They wanted a new washer. I said ours works fine. They wanted a new drier with a glass door. I said that if they want to see the clothes dry they should hang them up on the line. We went back and passed the batteries. They wanted the 16-pack. We got the 8-pack. It was all very exciting, apparently.
At the checkout line, they were excited to get candy. Pity it only came in king size, so they had to share. Ana wanted Almond Joy. Eva wanted Kit-Kat. I wanted them to pay with their allowance, but they'd spent it all. Well, anything to get us out faster. Ana suddenly screamed that Eva ALWAYS gets her own way. This would've worked to make Evangeline cave, but I paid for the Kit-Kat and wrote out a note: "Today, I let Eva win. 8/8/12" and handed it to Ana. "You lost this time because of the tantrum," I said, "but keep this note and next time you get YOUR way."
Now it was rather late, and nobody had had lunch, but Evangeline wanted to go to the playground. Ana: Do I *have* to??? Me: Are you handing in your note? Are you SURE you're not? Are you REALLY sure?
They stayed an hour at the playground before I dragged them away.
Went home and cooked dinner, chicken and cornbread. I didn't have a measuring cup or baking soda so I had to kinda estimate it all out and substitute some things and it was the BEST CORNBREAD EVER. Moist and delicious and because I had deviated so much from the recipe I'll never, ever, ever be able to repeat it. I normally make good cornbread, but this time I totally outdid myself and I'll never, ever replicate what I did today. *sigh* Did you know cornbread is deliciouser dipped in chicken drippings?
