So, I recovered from my little incident on Friday, but managed a repeat performance (minus the excruciating injury) this morning.
DH and I were leisurely reading the ads in the Sunday paper when he came across the Roboquad in the Target ad for $35. PS has been going on and on about the Roboquad for over a year now. She asked for it on her 9th birthday--and I explained that there was no way in Hades that I was paying $100 for a toy that she would lose interest in within 15 minutes and which would be gathering dust in the corner of her room for the rest of eternity.
I learned early on that my children have little sustained interest in battery-operated toys. They may be initially drawn in by the lights and sounds, but after a day or two those toys are always left buried in the bottom of their toy bins. Legos, K-nex, little dolls (not baby dolls) and figures are the things that actually get played with. And PS rarely even plays with those--she is more a books/puzzles/crafts kind of girl.
Anyway, despite my unwillingness to drop $100 on the Roboquad, I was willing to spend $35 on the darn thing. Mainly because PS has not shut up about it since she first asked for it. (In fact, just yesterday I told DH I might by the $12 mini-Roboquad just see if it would pacify her.) So, as soon as I saw it in the ad this morning, I threw on clothes and ran out the door, knowing that there would only be a couple available. I ran into Target and managed to grab the last one remaining on the shelf!
On the way home, I stopped by Starbucks and had a lovely chat with our Starbucks guy (you know, the one who knows what you always order) who was surprised to see me without kids in tow.
And as I was sliding back into the Behemoth I managed to drop DH's mocha right in the seat--spilling everywhere. I yelled, "Shit!" and then "Fuck!" as I noticed that my ass was also now covered in mocha--yes, in the brand new, extra-comfy yoga pants that I had just bought yesterday.
Of course, there happened to be an entire tour bus from Mexico unloading right next to me right about the time I was patting down my ass trying to soak up all the coffee. (This Starbucks is in a truck stop--but it is the least busy one in town.) I got a few odd looks, but I shrugged them off. Fortunately, my seats are leather and the console is full of napkins, so I managed to get most of the mess cleaned up.
I finally managed to get back into the Behemoth and start pulling off when I noticed a car that was parked right next to me the whole time. There was a lady sitting in the passenger seat (like 18 inches away from where all this happened), just shaking her head at me. She looked like one of those pentecostal women with the really long hair and no make-up. (Look at me all judgmental, with my long hair pulled into a ratty ponytail, hiding under a baseball cap, and no make-up.) I'm sure that she was praying for my mortal soul after the expletives that I had spewed earlier.
I finally managed to make it home without further incident and with 1 1/2 mochas.
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