The little boy…
got to go to the principal’s office and choose an excellent behavior reward from the goodie box yesterday. Woohoo!
And this morning, he made it through all of the red traffic lights between our home and the school without one tantrum. No kicking. No yelling. No screaming. No “water out the eyes.”
I made a deal with him last night. If he could wait nicely at the lights this morning, I would buy him the brand new twisty light he admires at the store everyday.
Well, kiss my Blarney Stone, he was an angel! Now his room will be lit with soft green before bedtime. So appropriate for St. Patrick’s Day!
I put my certificate of completion in the mail to the court this morning. Finally!
I sent it certified, return receipt, and signature requested. I didn’t say “please.”
Can you hear my deep sigh of relief?
Over. Done. Yippee!
Things on the desk in front of me:
empty M&Ms wrapper
advertisement from Cheez-It urging me to vote on their new flavors (The boy likes the Colby cheese variety and says the Romano and Asiago taste like butter.)
half of a broken nail file
a box of Super Mario fruit snacks
Andy, the cast iron Black Sheep (Scroll down to the bottom of the Rose Bowl post to see his picture.)
a large black screw (It looks important, but I don’t know what it came from. I will probably find out by having a chair break under me or a cupboard door fall off its frame when I open it.)
the bottom half of an old bicycle bell (Husband, do you know where the top half went?)
Smucker’s coupon with recipe for Raspberry Balsamic Glazed Chicken
crossword puzzle book
Bustani Plant Farm catalog (Husband LOVES this place.)
a business card for jordan grace owens
a peppermint (No, wait, now there’s just the wrapper. 😀 )
husband’s headset (When I’m trying to watch “my stories,” he spares me the sounds of combat from Star
a lego man
an aqua lava lamp (husband’s – from college)
J.R. Watkins Shea Butter Lemon Cream (So lovely, lemony and luxurious for hands, elbows & tired tootsies. They’re not paying me to say that, but I figure if I can get you to like it too, then they’ll keep making it. Please buy some now. 😀 Thank you. Oh, and by the way, Leighann, I was wrong. 😳 They just re-named it to “Body Cream” instead of “Hand Cream.” Thank God and Watkins.)
Two of my cats are snoring.
I take that back.
One of my cats is snoring. But he’s so fat and ill-constructed that he’s making two different noises at the same time.
And fyi – he’s also the one who passes gas.
I am obsessed with the $1.49 ceramic egg cups at the grocery store. No one buys them. Except for me. 🙂
I hate eggs, but I love those little cups in all their pastel hues. I have six. I want more.
They have some with polka dots too, but I haven’t brought home any of those. Yet.
I don’t know why I like them so. Or maybe I do…
They’re little. That’s a plus.
They’re sweet. Double Plus.
They’re whimsical. Major plus.
They’re affordable. Well, they are, until you start buying them in bulk. Truly I haven’t. Yet.
This is really just an occasional indulgence. I started getting them last year.
But remember, I’m in the store everyday with the boy.
He likes light bulbs. I like egg cups.
The obsessive compulsive-ish-osity-ness never falls far from the tree?
Oh, and thank you to Carol, who long ago gave me the Easter Chick tea light candles. ♥ I love them!
Okay, that’s it.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!