I'm done with work today, but not done FOR the day. Time to head off to Choir and Praise Team practice, and I just spent the last two hours yawning through an IEP meeting. OH MY GLORIOUS MONKEY BRAINS I'M TIRED. Is this allergies, or just plain ol' it's almost spring break fever? There's a pretty good chance I'll be taking advantage of the Keurig in the church library tonight, and the fact that Husband has a key. See, some of the perks that come with working at a church can't be measured in dollars, cents, or medical insurance. Some can only be measured in instant individualized cups of coffee-product.
Wow, just watching extreme couponing, I don't care how cheap it is, what the heck does anyone need with seven pounds of cheese?
Anyway, the net effect of my exhaustion: Sorry Madelyn, I just ate most of your potty training reward candies. I think it's fair though, since I already know how to go pee pee in the big girl toilet. Yay me!!
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Tired reader saw potty + candies and thought gross. Strangely enough, now I want candy. So much for being grossed out!
ReplyDeleteI get what you mean, we actually sometimes call them pee pee candy or potty candy, and I feel like that's pretty gross. It also makes me worried that Madelyn's going to try and put the candy in places... we'll find a better name for it.
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