You Cheat Me!!!

Remember how I told you that Dum Dum Pops have shrunk sometime in the last few years?  I knew I could prove it when I found this gem in my Super Secret Snack Cupboard:

It’s a Dum Dum Pop of unknown age. Could be a year, could be four years… who knows?  The point is, I (pretend to) have a photographic memory and I could tell just by looking at the wrapper that this baby is bigger than what they’re selling at the store these days.

I needed more than just my mad memory skillz to confirm my suspicions, so yesterday I made a special trip to the bank.  (The Bank hands out Dum Dum Pops when you go through the drive-thru, and the same economy that forced Dum Dum to screw me out of a teaspoon of sugar has forced me to get things free when I can.) 

I now present to you, proof positive that Dum Dum Pops are screwing us over:

Now go forth and find evidence of other companies that are cheating us and return and report so that I can expose their evil doings here on the interwebz for all to see!

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalpyse Are Here

At least I think they are, because why else would I venture into the swimming pool in the middle of May?

Seriously you guys, I hardly EVER get into the pool.  EVER.  It’s not heated and hello, have you met me?  I’m allergic to being cold!  So even in the crazy hot summer temperatures of 113′ I still am reluctant to dive in, but today… today something possessed me and I got in.

Even more appalling shocking is that I let there be photographic proof!

Awesome sauce, right?  I mean sure, I may have blinded a few birds that flew through the yard.  Some of the seagulls may have been confused as to why a whale was so far inland, but they got over it.

It was so much fun… I think I might do it again tomorrow.  All the kids got in, and now I’m blogging about it even though I really should be making dinner, because HEY!  Swimming makes you hungry!

Please feel free to invite yourself over anytime.  We love having friends over.  Just bring your own towels, sunscreen and snacks because this isn’t your parent’s place.  I’m not here to do your laundry, feed you, or make sure your kids don’t get skin cancer.

See you soon!

Shoulda Made Girl’s Night Tonight

Yeah.  Because Honey and all three villagers are out on the town and I’m home with the dog and my pool and my music.

Hmm… maybe it’s time for a chunky dunk?

Look Out, Sunshine!

Why Didn’t You Tell Me Sooner?

So about an hour ago I sat down to email Honey about making dog walking a paying job for B, because S has already been excused from the job for excessive meanness and D is following in his footsteps.  But before I can do anything I need my music, and since I still haven’t bought that external hard drive to resurrect my iTunes library from our last computer I turned to Pandora.  Except that I remembered how much I kinda hate it and then I remembered that app called Spotify.

Dude, why didn’t you tell me sooner?

Of course I had to play with it before I could do, what was I doing?  Oh yeah, the email.  Well now that it’s 90 minutes later I can send the email.  But I’m not done playing with Spot yet.

It’s Violent Femmes Time, baby!  (if you say that in the right accent, you get 50 million house points, but you have to tell me whose accent you’re using to get them)