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Jun. 7th, 2010 06:55 amI've been a little out of it for awhile. Somehow I don't think missing any random "oooh! Shiny!" moments will have hurt anyone in the long run. But let's collect them all anyway, shall we?
First: Death, your merciless stalking of the cast of Golden Girls is proof that a certain someone really did make a pact with the devil. I'd send the Winchester boys to investigate but I didn't watch this season (yet) and I don't know how it ended. SO. You're on notice, Death! NOTICE.
Yesterday I decided "I shall go to Target!" This seemed like a relatively safe idea since I wasn't really going in for anything more than slushie syrup and to look at the toys. WHY do I not have someone who can smack me and say, "No Target for you!" when I think such thoughts? I know. It's because those people do not live near me. Sigh. Still, the story shall be told. I figured that since it's summer break, odds were good the Widge would be awake and I weighed the pros and cons of taking him with us to the Target. On the one hand, I didn't know whether anyone was making any plans for him today (or the rest of the summer...), and he loves getting to go anywhere. On the other hand, he'd be going into Target before his meds kicked in and part of my goal, if you'll flip back, was to look at the toys. What sort of sadist takes a kid to the toy section of a store and expects to survive?
That's right. Is me.
Stopped home to grab the Widge who wasn't up yet. o_O Figures. Luckily when I went in to see if he was dead to the world or coming to, he was up and moving, sort of. Away we went! Mom stayed in the car, so Widge and I wandered into the store with him saying, "Open sezzame!" Which isn't me being unable to spell. It's him not being entirely sure of the phrase yet. :P He grabbed a cart (note to self: he picks good, non squeaky carts!) and we immediately ran into the dollar section where he wanted just about everything. Of course, three seconds later when we hit the dollar Hello Kitty stuff, I lost all ability to say anything about his "This? This? This?" mentality. Ultimately I told him that if he wanted to buy stuff and he had the money, I wouldn't stand in his way, but that just because he had money didn't mean he had to spend it. (I know. When the hell did I become an adult?)
He decided on a straw hat (how very 4th of July?), headbands for his mother, a first aid kit for his father, and a four-pack of star shaped sunglasses. One of those pairs is sitting next to me as a gift. Aww.
We headed to the purse section where I laid down the law: You shall stay within sight of me, you shall continue to be good, no shameless begging if you please, and I will try and balance the trip so that we look at just as much stuff for you as we do for me. Or something. Once more I failed in finding a purse I want. Close option of the olive messenger bag persuasion, but I don't really like olive. Onward to belts for the Widge!
Wherein I found out that he had $4 and the belt was naturally $6.99. Hmm. Does he really need a reversible skulls on one side belt with two belt buckles for maximum awesomeness? Does he?
I invoked the ancient right of the Aunt. I bought him some damn clothes. Sort of. I told him I'd buy the flip flops we'd picked up earlier, the belt, and a shirt because by this time I'd spent twenty minutes looking at the back of his shirt which was stained in a permanent sort of way. I'd been meaning to buy him a shirt (or two) for awhile, but I can never figure out people's sizes and he's at that stage where he's small for his age but you sort of sense a growth spurt is around the corner. This way I could just hold the shirt up to him and see the odds of it fitting. Larger than his mother or grandmother would probably approve of, but not huge.
Found slushie syrup, I continued to be amazed at how well he was behaving, and then disaster struck. In cutting through the aisles to get to the toys, we landed on the Itso aisle. And I noticed the little stackable cubes again, only this time in plastic and thought, "HRMM. I wonder...?"
Yeah. So we wandered toys where I found #6 from Barbie Basics wave 1.5 or whatever. Adorable as hell and I wanted her, but the adult part of my brain was whispering, "You're going to get those stupid itso cubes, aren't you? You are, don't deny it. You've been thinking about it for the last ten damn minutes. And I know you. You're going to get at least two so you can gauge this whole stackability thing, right? Right. That's your $20 pass right there, missy. No pretty dollie for you. Put her back. PUT HER DOWN. Fine. Go check and make sure there isn't some unannounced sale or something. AHA! There isn't. Put her down. Right now. Yes. Good girl. Walk away."
When Widget and I figured out there wasn't a toy really speaking to either of us, I wandered back to the itso aisle and asked his opinion. Occasionally he points out things I do not see, like the utter fail in plastic design or whatever. In this case he seemed interested. Then I asked that if it were a failure across the board, if he would use them. I like to have a backup plan for stuff. Yeah, no hard sell there. Two cubes, one door (to keep the cats out of his cube on the bottom of this stack), and millions of dreams of the Widge later, we exited Target ten bucks cheaper than I normally spend. Which was about thirty bucks more expensive than I anticipated.
The cubes of doom are cute and fit pretty much perfectly in the space where I wanted them to go. They're a little smaller than the space required, but if they were that wide, getting them through the doorway (when holding the cubes attached) would be a little more difficult. They're deeper than I'd ultimately like, but they work quite nicely if I don't really mind not seeing the second row of books. The sad thing is that I've mostly filled my cube and I still have books stacked on top of the other bookcases. Oi. So, next paycheck or something I'll buy another cube or something.
I'd like to say that seeing my books overcome my cube so easily and the realization that I haven't read the first row of books means that I will not be buying as many books in the immediate future, but why lie to you all or myself? If Impy has an extra quarter on a Monday, she'll spend it at the Book Exchange if the quarter bin has a good book. I'm weak.
So, to sum all that up: Widget was exceptionally well behaved. I was honestly surprised because he was being a pill right before we left, and I've taken him to Target before and he's been a jerkface at times. But, now that I think back on it, it's when Mom has come in with us. The two times it was just the two of us he's been really good.
I need to go shower and wash the dishes I've acquired up here.
Also, I ripped a nail and my finger hurts. Stupid impending infection.
First: Death, your merciless stalking of the cast of Golden Girls is proof that a certain someone really did make a pact with the devil. I'd send the Winchester boys to investigate but I didn't watch this season (yet) and I don't know how it ended. SO. You're on notice, Death! NOTICE.
Yesterday I decided "I shall go to Target!" This seemed like a relatively safe idea since I wasn't really going in for anything more than slushie syrup and to look at the toys. WHY do I not have someone who can smack me and say, "No Target for you!" when I think such thoughts? I know. It's because those people do not live near me. Sigh. Still, the story shall be told. I figured that since it's summer break, odds were good the Widge would be awake and I weighed the pros and cons of taking him with us to the Target. On the one hand, I didn't know whether anyone was making any plans for him today (or the rest of the summer...), and he loves getting to go anywhere. On the other hand, he'd be going into Target before his meds kicked in and part of my goal, if you'll flip back, was to look at the toys. What sort of sadist takes a kid to the toy section of a store and expects to survive?
That's right. Is me.
Stopped home to grab the Widge who wasn't up yet. o_O Figures. Luckily when I went in to see if he was dead to the world or coming to, he was up and moving, sort of. Away we went! Mom stayed in the car, so Widge and I wandered into the store with him saying, "Open sezzame!" Which isn't me being unable to spell. It's him not being entirely sure of the phrase yet. :P He grabbed a cart (note to self: he picks good, non squeaky carts!) and we immediately ran into the dollar section where he wanted just about everything. Of course, three seconds later when we hit the dollar Hello Kitty stuff, I lost all ability to say anything about his "This? This? This?" mentality. Ultimately I told him that if he wanted to buy stuff and he had the money, I wouldn't stand in his way, but that just because he had money didn't mean he had to spend it. (I know. When the hell did I become an adult?)
He decided on a straw hat (how very 4th of July?), headbands for his mother, a first aid kit for his father, and a four-pack of star shaped sunglasses. One of those pairs is sitting next to me as a gift. Aww.
We headed to the purse section where I laid down the law: You shall stay within sight of me, you shall continue to be good, no shameless begging if you please, and I will try and balance the trip so that we look at just as much stuff for you as we do for me. Or something. Once more I failed in finding a purse I want. Close option of the olive messenger bag persuasion, but I don't really like olive. Onward to belts for the Widge!
Wherein I found out that he had $4 and the belt was naturally $6.99. Hmm. Does he really need a reversible skulls on one side belt with two belt buckles for maximum awesomeness? Does he?
I invoked the ancient right of the Aunt. I bought him some damn clothes. Sort of. I told him I'd buy the flip flops we'd picked up earlier, the belt, and a shirt because by this time I'd spent twenty minutes looking at the back of his shirt which was stained in a permanent sort of way. I'd been meaning to buy him a shirt (or two) for awhile, but I can never figure out people's sizes and he's at that stage where he's small for his age but you sort of sense a growth spurt is around the corner. This way I could just hold the shirt up to him and see the odds of it fitting. Larger than his mother or grandmother would probably approve of, but not huge.
Found slushie syrup, I continued to be amazed at how well he was behaving, and then disaster struck. In cutting through the aisles to get to the toys, we landed on the Itso aisle. And I noticed the little stackable cubes again, only this time in plastic and thought, "HRMM. I wonder...?"
Yeah. So we wandered toys where I found #6 from Barbie Basics wave 1.5 or whatever. Adorable as hell and I wanted her, but the adult part of my brain was whispering, "You're going to get those stupid itso cubes, aren't you? You are, don't deny it. You've been thinking about it for the last ten damn minutes. And I know you. You're going to get at least two so you can gauge this whole stackability thing, right? Right. That's your $20 pass right there, missy. No pretty dollie for you. Put her back. PUT HER DOWN. Fine. Go check and make sure there isn't some unannounced sale or something. AHA! There isn't. Put her down. Right now. Yes. Good girl. Walk away."
When Widget and I figured out there wasn't a toy really speaking to either of us, I wandered back to the itso aisle and asked his opinion. Occasionally he points out things I do not see, like the utter fail in plastic design or whatever. In this case he seemed interested. Then I asked that if it were a failure across the board, if he would use them. I like to have a backup plan for stuff. Yeah, no hard sell there. Two cubes, one door (to keep the cats out of his cube on the bottom of this stack), and millions of dreams of the Widge later, we exited Target ten bucks cheaper than I normally spend. Which was about thirty bucks more expensive than I anticipated.
The cubes of doom are cute and fit pretty much perfectly in the space where I wanted them to go. They're a little smaller than the space required, but if they were that wide, getting them through the doorway (when holding the cubes attached) would be a little more difficult. They're deeper than I'd ultimately like, but they work quite nicely if I don't really mind not seeing the second row of books. The sad thing is that I've mostly filled my cube and I still have books stacked on top of the other bookcases. Oi. So, next paycheck or something I'll buy another cube or something.
I'd like to say that seeing my books overcome my cube so easily and the realization that I haven't read the first row of books means that I will not be buying as many books in the immediate future, but why lie to you all or myself? If Impy has an extra quarter on a Monday, she'll spend it at the Book Exchange if the quarter bin has a good book. I'm weak.
So, to sum all that up: Widget was exceptionally well behaved. I was honestly surprised because he was being a pill right before we left, and I've taken him to Target before and he's been a jerkface at times. But, now that I think back on it, it's when Mom has come in with us. The two times it was just the two of us he's been really good.
I need to go shower and wash the dishes I've acquired up here.
Also, I ripped a nail and my finger hurts. Stupid impending infection.
