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Owen’s school was hat day and Katie’s was stripes.
So we looked at the possibility of taking the ferry sometime. Ha. Bahaha. A whopping $400 (one way!) to save exactly 0 minutes (and it probably takes longer because I’m pretty sure Google didn’t allow for pre-boarding wait time). So if we decide to do it, it would be for the experience only. Fingers crossed they run super specials…
It was more like pounding each other but it’s the thought that counts, right?
Katie: No one has blonde hair but me. You have brown hair, you have brown hair, mommy’s hair is brown, and daddy has gray hair!
I’m trying to not have Katie watch too much TV, but how can I resist when she says “Mom can I watch WordWorld so I can learn my letters and how to spell?”
Katie: Mom, you forgot my card for Jonah. Owen drew happy birthday on it because I don’t know how to happy birthday draw.
Katie pointed out that she gave me chicken hands and high heels.
A bunch of baseball parents went out tonight for Cinco de Mayo. This is our obligatory date night selfie:
And my obligatory lipstick photo (these are how I post them in my Facebook group):
And the obligatory margarita photo with my Mommy needs a margarita shirt in the background. (This was the most appropriately-themed piece of clothing I had for the holiday.)
What was funny is that as we were sitting down, all the girls gravitated towards one end so the table was split into boys and girls.
It was our turn to host tonight and we had a small group as two families couldn’t make it… But we made up for it in craziness.
The group selfie…
And then we had Katie take a picture!
And then one of the kids mentioned Pie Face and we had whipped cream for the dessert, so… There was lots of this.
Watching the Lady Gaga Super Bowl half-time show.
So I did this tonight. I couldn’t pass up a $3.99 special at the grocery store. 😜 It’s not too bad—it’s been a long time since I had reddish hair—but I think I like the lighter/blonder better.
Not a huge difference but definitely different.
The deal was they were Pokémoning and I was taking pictures!
Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial
World War II Memorial
Back at MLK.
Walking to the Jefferson Memorial.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial
Eleanor Roosevelt at the FDR Memorial
A long line of ducks.
At Katie’s castle, otherwise known as the Jefferson Memorial!
We stopped to take over a gym!
I accidentally got a speck of ketchup on Katie so I licked it off.
Katie: Awww. Now I have mama slobber.
Katie: Can I have a snack when we get home?
Me: It will be lunchtime.
Katie: BUT I WANT A SNACK.
Katie was running around in her superhero Barbie cape.
Tom: Wow! Good jump! You jumped over Maggie!
Katie: Yes, because I’m a superhero!
We were at the library playground.
Owen: Mom, I know what I want to do.
Owen: Go over to the book and put my head in the hole for the caterpillar head and you can take a picture.
And then I pretended I was taking a picture and got this video:
So, Tom and I have been on our new life plan for eight weeks. And in addition to cutting back the amount of food we eat, we’ve also pretty much cut out added sugar. I’ve given up wine, margaritas, wine coolers, and mixed drinks (since I like sugary mixers). Desserts are now a bite or two of something. And we’re good with that, though we always wonder how we’ll do with “old favorites.” So today was one of those experiments.
We got a Costco cake for Owen’s party. And normally I love Costco’s cake. LOVE IT. As in I could make a meal out of it. Or even make myself sick eating it.
But today? Meh.
The frosting was good but the cake a bit less exciting…and two bites was plenty. At dinner, it looked good again so I had another two bites and reconfirmed yep: pretty meh.
My old food (eating) memories said YOU WANT IT. IT’S DELICIOUS…but my new taste buds and brain said THERE ARE THINGS YOU LIKE BETTER. WAIT FOR THOSE. (Like the Ghirardelli box mix brownies from Costco.)
It’s amazing what happens when you stop eating sugar. (That said, I can’t wait until I reach the maintenance level—that’s when I can start introducing wine and margaritas again!)
I think our anemone thinks he’s smaller than he is. He keeps trying to move through a small opening in the rocks.
And then later, he’s back to his normal spot.
Some lady offered me $40 for the $150 police car power wheels we were selling:
Her: How much for the car?
Her: I have $40.
Me, laughing: Yeah, no.
Her: Are you sure?
Yes, I literally laughed in her face when she offered $40. I mean REALLY?!
So she kept walking around and finally comes back over and says $100. I say the lowest I can do is $125. She says $100. I say no, $125. I tell her I don’t really even want to sell it, so there’s no way I’m taking less than $125.
She walks around our driveway again then comes back and says $100. I just shake my head no. So she leaves, then about 20 minutes later drives by, rolls her window down, and asks “$100?” I yell across to her “$125.”
In the meantime, the garage sale ends but by chance someone else has shown interest at my full $150 asking price but she had to leave and talk to her husband.
So about two hours after the garage sale (and an hour after the other lady was there) our doorbell rings. It’s the annoying lady saying she wants the car for $125. (She didn’t even know if we still had it.) I kinda laugh and say “Well, someone else has shown interest at $150 so I need to ask her first.”
I don’t think she believed me but oh well. So I went in to grab my phone to text her and I came back out and her and her husband were in our garage looking at and handling OTHER THINGS (the police car was in there, but they were touching other stuff). WTF? WHO DOES THAT? So I tell her I will let her know as soon as I hear from the other lady. She says fine, I get their number, and she says they will be home around 4. Fine.
I talk to the other lady and she says if I can sell it, go ahead, her hubby wasn’t into it. So I text the annoying lady around 4 and tell them it’s available for $125 and to let us know so we can get it out of the garage. About two hours later we’re just sitting down to eat and the doorbell rings. Tom goes (I should have but oh well) and comes back and says it was “some girl asking if we had sold the car.” Well I have no idea who “some girl” is because I had never seen a girl, so I thought maybe it was one of the other 10 kids on the street who wanted it.
Well, turns out it was the annoying lady’s daughter, but Tom hadn’t known the update, so told her it was sold. This is what happened:
Good f’ing riddance. I didn’t especially WANT to sell it in the first place, but would have for $150 and possibly for $125, so there is no way in hell I’m now selling it to you for $100 after you’ve been so damn annoying all day. I really wanted to tell her something else, but I refrained because she does live nearby and I’m sure I’ll run into her again. But it’s people like her that make me hate people.