I don't know what that means. I'm weird.
So between scrapping like crazy (I finished the Europe book!! Now I just need to get the rest of the page protectors I need, and it'll be completely complete and lovely and ready for viewing), our regular jam-packed schedule, and mystery shopping, I haven't had time to blahg lately. Or read blogs, sorry!
We went to the Book Fair at school Thursday night. Well, just Chloë and me. The Littles had fallen asleep, protesting that they weren't tired. I didn't see anything much there for Rob or myself, but I managed to get four or five things for the kids. Of course, every other thing I picked up, Chloë would say, "Moo-ooom, we already have that one!" Oh. Yeah. Right.
Today was four mystery shops. I ran to Party City by myself and did that one, scoring another Bunco prize for my required purchase. I'm racking them up, months before I host! Then we did three food shops in a row, at Jason's Deli, IHOP, and Papa John's. That pizza one is weird and stressful, I tell ya. I don't know if I'll be doing it again. And I've been feeding the pizza to the dog, because she's hungry and I'm apparently too lazy to open the dog food bag.
Oh, speaking of Facebook (we weren't? Oh, stream of consciousness, I was going to say that at least I finally tackled the nasty litterbox...) did you see that I hit the 75-lb mark on my weight loss journey? I'm stoked, people. STOKED! I'm hoping to be down 100 lbs by the time I go up to New York this summer.
Today, Rob went down to the DMV after work and got tags (once again, since I made him turn them in way back when we thought we were getting rid of the thing) for his truck. Now he just needs to bleed the breaks and get an inspection for it, and he'll be back on the road. We'd take care of all that this weekend, but we're heading back out of town.
Again, we're heading up to Williamsburg. I managed to get a mystery shop at an inn there, and another shop for a fun round of miniature golf in the evening. We'll go up and do that after Rob gets off duty in the morning. I'd like to go check out the major outlet mall up there, too, and hit Stride Rite. The girls need new sneakers.
Then Sunday is Busch Gardens. It's not a shop! It's the free military appreciate day, so it'll be nice to do something fun that's not an assignment for once. I don't have to make any screwball observations or have scripted conversations with employees. And maybe my fat butt will actually be able to fit on some of the rides this year. Maybe not, we'll see when we get there.
Well, I wrote these down for Friday Fragments, but I'm too tired to do another post, so I'll just do them here; they are all Sophia quotes from this week:
"...and I am the boss. Because I'm FOUR!"
"I'm NOT a kid, I'm a grown up. Because I'm growing."
"I am imagining that I'm wiggling. And then I stop wiggling. And then I start wiggling again. It's called the 'Stop-Wiggling Game'."
"I can open every private part of my body. Do you want to see me open my butt?" (The answer to that was a resounding "NO!" from her father)
Mom: "No, Jack, you have to ask Mommy or Daddy!"
Sophia: "And ME, because I'm FOUR!"
(She's pretty proud of being four, huh?)
Off to bed with me.
Fin.
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