The Most Wonderful Time....

So now that Staples has weaned me from their annoying commercials with the parents with the Easy Buttons that magically deliver all school supplies with one push, I have one thing to say...

I get it now.

I totally get it. I've seen these commercials 80,000 times or more, and I'd always just think it was because the parents liked back to school shopping as much as I did (I always smuggle in some new pens or some other organizational tool thingy with the kids' gear). This year, I know I'm wrong. This year I've actually spent an entire summer with my kids. I now know that the Staples commercials are really geared towards the parents who seriously cannot wait to send their kids back to school.

Perhaps it was the time my kids decided to have a HUGE fight over who got to push the buttons on the elevator? Or maybe it was the time they rode the skateboard down the driveway just far enough to jump off and watch it roll down into the road before it was demolished by a car? Nah, it had to be the time my son took a brand new bottle of soda, shook it up, and then opened it in my brand new car? Who knows...I am fairly certain that I am looking insanity directly in the eyes at this point.

It's sad to say, but I need them to go back to school. I really do. I loved the first part of my very first summer home with them, but it's time for them to go back and join the ranks of their fellow students. Definitely soon; definitely before they come up with some new ingenious plan - whether it be buffing the scratches out of the side of my car with a brillo pad because they like to "help", or just cleaning up by using bleach cleaner on my wood furniture...

To Crazy Lady in Vegas...

I tried to leave a comment on your "Coming Out" post, but blogger kinda f'd it all up and so now I'm left with no other option...

I'm outing you on my blog, so my other two readers will then go to your site and see what the hell I'm talking about! (CLICK HERE TWO FAITHFUL READERS: Crazy Lady's Coming Out!)

All I wanted to say was "nice to meet you"... sigh....

My work for tonight is done.

I ROCKED out Y'all!

Hubby took me to a Goo Goo Dolls / Counting Crows concert Monday night. We had VIP passes, and one of the women my hubby works with got us backstage to meet the Goo Goo Dolls themselves!!!

Here's my proof...



I'll admit, when I first started sending this picture out to my friends, I jokingly put in the email that Johnny Resnick was patting my behind. That was until my hubby looked and said, "you know...looking at that picture it could look like he was!" Now I don't say that anymore for fear of causing Johnny Resnick (who IS so much hotter in person that you could fry eggs on his tight little belly) unneccessary nightmares from the mere thought that he may have touched moi inappropriately. I'll just settle with the evidence that I, a mama wannabe, got to meet someone famous and was close enough to smell him, and close enough to THINK for a moment, about licking him.