I have a huge crush on all of you. There, I said it. You made me feel so great yesterday with your warm and lovely comments, and I wanted to buy every one of you a drink or a car to thank you. Except my name doesn’t start with an O, so maybe just a drink. You lit a fire under a sweet little secret dream of mine and I feel like I owe it to you all (and myself, most of all) to see if I can do something with it. There’s nothing to tell just yet, but there might be, in time. I’ll keep you posted. Thank you, again, so much.
Last weekend, the kids and I trekked to Target (and by trekked, I mean we drove the 2 or 3 miles in air-conditioned comfort and parked near the door) so they could spend some allowance money and prop up this economy. Patriots, these two.
The Boy found the Bionicles he was after, but The Girl really scored. Right when we got to the toy section, we found an employee unpacking a box of beach Barbies.* Brand new Barbies, never sold before, new to the store, new to this corner of town.
With a bright pink sparkle in her eye, The Girl made her choice and scored a two-doll box and neighborhood bragging rights. And all for quite a bargain.
Well, I’m here to tell you about something just as new. You should check out this funny new advice site, The Mouthy Housewives. It’s so new that it just launched today. See how I look out for you? I did sneak over there last night when they weren’t looking and checked it out. (Don’t tell them.)
And here’s the best part: there’s a mystery. I know a little bit of the secret, but I’m as curious as you to know…
Who are the The Mouthy Housewives?
*Don’t judge me. Bratz and their kind are banned from our house. We have standards, you know.