It stinks...and the school fair

making a car payment and paying for car insurance for a car you do not have. *sigh*

Perhaps some day soon I will have my new car....

Do you know what also stinks....

Isabella's diaper champ when you lift it open to change the bag out. I don't change it as often as I should since it doesn't get full very quickly...her diapers are still so small. But holy moly cow...when you lift it out...it's pretty rancid. I need to work on that.

Totally random...I will never understand how people will have the tops down in their convertibles when it's 5 degrees celsius outside. Just because it's sunny doesn't mean it's top down weather.

Now on to the school fair....

I am now a broke woman since spending 2 hours at a school fair. My kids and their spending...seriously where do they get that?

They had a blast...I was a little tired but it was fun to see them have fun minus the constant whining from Hannah. She's really got to stop that or she's off on a plane to see Grandma Nancy. (Just kidding! I would never send my kids on a plane alone...I'm way too paranoid.) Anyway...so they went into Santa's Grotto and here's the picture we got:
Then they decorated cookies...and then right after they ate them. I think we need to be off sugar for the next week with all the sweeties and cookies and cakes they ate.
(I know Hannah is looking all sweet and innocent in this picture but she seriously was a booger!)

We came home, ate the roast I had in the crock pot (I was so thinking ahead I amaze myself sometimes) and then my husband gave me the bestest of the best back rubs. And then what does he do to totally ruin my moment of relaxation...stick his hands in my arm pits so I go crazy insane since I'm so ticklish and the worst part...he was sitting on me so all I could do was squirm and kick the marble on the fireplace. Oh how I hate to be tickled! Madison and Hannah come in the lounge and what do they do....encourage Dan to keep tickling me since they all think my laugh is oh so funny and that it's funny to see me squirm. Not so funny to me!

We are pretty sure Isabella has inherited my ticklish all over gene...that's 3 for 3 then.

And sometimes my husband is so clever....he came up with a funny. I was reading the paper and it was talking about Tiger Woods. Dan said he wanted a shirt that said, "Tiger woods really isn't a tiger...he's a cheetah..."

HAHAHA! It made me laugh.