Thursday, November 30, 2006
All I want for Christmas is a cool laptop
Queen Bee filled out her Christmas wish list tonight. It consisted of three things: an EZBake Oven (she had one before and didn't take care of it), a Video Now player (that plays like one thing only), and, get this, a laptop computer.
Yes. You read right. She wants Santa to bring her a laptop.
Of course, Santa will have to be bribed to NOT bring her a laptop computer, but I decided to pop over to Coupon Chief for coupon codes to see if there were any hot deals on the other items that she is asking for.
The Queen would LOVE this, a pottery wheel. And of course, Target has its hot deals on coupon codes. And I just ordered a few things last night, not even thinking that I could utilize Coupon Chief. Yes. I am a moron.
But not enough of a moron to allow Santa to buy the Queen this. That is something that Santa would bring Mommy ... and Santa could go to the coupons for Dell ... hint hint, Santa. I KNOW you read my blog!
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Take a picture; it'll last longer
TT # 19
Six Weird Things About Me
ONE more Thanksgiving story, and I promise to stop...
So you tell me ....
Nobody under 21 admitted
Do you fight it?
About that plastic bag
1000 plus miles and three days later...
I leave you to discuss this