A few shout outs

To the slowest driver in Colleyville that just so happens to leave her neighborhood at the exact moment we drive by every morning - you have German engineering in that little Mercedes. The Germans should take your car away in the night for driving so slowly. It's the long, skinny peddle on the right. And I hope our kids never meet in the hallway because my son now knows you as "the slowest driver in Colleyville".

To the Schlotzsky's down the road. I'm not sure why I torture myself by going to your drive-thru. You are painfully slower than the slowest driver in Colleyville. And when I say unsweet tea, I mean unsweet tea. This isn't Georgia...sweet tea is not a default. But if you are going to give me sweet tea, could you at least slip a straw into the bag so I can actually drink it?

To the lady at Weight Watchers who doesn't like the taste of water. Really? Suck it up. Your kidney doesn't like the taste of splenda.

To the lady at the park Wednesday - I'm so glad your daughter has taught her 18 month old twins to clean up. I have news for you - all 18 month olds like to help mom. And despite your condescending tone when I said "wait til they turn 7" - mark my words. Those precious toddlers will start handing you and your mother of the year daughter their trash, sucker sticks, gum and anything else they don't want to hold on to.


Well that feels good now, doesn't it. I have more...but my lunch hour is up.

That Biggie B

As I've stated in the past, we are big "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" fans. Last night was especially sad and rewarding. I was crying within 5 minutes.

I took Biggie B for his bath about 7:30pm, let him play around, then we made our way back to the living room in time for the "big reveal". They "moved that bus" and showed the world the new house (which was kinda castle-like...very cool). Biggie B (age 2.5) looks up at the TV and says (and I'm quoting here)

"Wha a bootiful house. I want that house. It so pretty!"

I just stared at him. This child never ceases to amaze me.