What The Hell Wednesday
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
Elle
Sunday I went shopping to find something new to wear to Blogher. My usual casual attire may consist of t-shirts and yoga pants. You know, just in case I want to bust out some Yoga moves spur of the moment like. I tried Lord & Taylor and didn’t find anything I liked. Then I headed over to JC Penney. I haven’t shopped there very much since they changed their pricing policy. I like using coupons. I like to get that extra discount off of my purchases. I was looking through the clearance racks in the pants/jeans area and just across the aisle was juniors. The music where I was shopping was soft rock and in the juniors it was rap/pop. The mixture of the rap/pop on one side and the soft rock on the other was very annoying! What the Hell??!! I couldn’t even concentrate on my shopping. Each of them would have been fine on their own, it was the horrible combination that was bugging me. Although I did manage to find 2 pairs of Lee jeans marked down to $3 each. Yup, my size, extra long and $3! Even the cashier said “Are you sure they’re only $3?” Umm..ya, your price tag says so.
Stacy
Thing 1 has played the trumpet since he was in 4th grade, he’s about to enter 9th grade this year and has decided he no longer wants to play it. He also plays the drums, but has never had formal lessons. He decided he wanted to play in the drum line in marching band. Today was the first practice. 45 minutes into it I receive a text from him. “I feel dizzy, I think you should pick me up.” I told him to sit down and drink his gatorade. He text me back, “I did that it’s not working, you should pick me up.” What the Hell? I told him no. I know i’m mean, whatever. When I picked him up at the end he said, “I don’t think I want to do drum line anymore.” What the Hell?? It was one day, and he didn’t even give it a shot.
I buy specific snack size bags of chips, fruit, etc. for thing 2 to bring to camp each day. I then buy full size bags of stuff for him to eat at home. I leave the house for one hour today, come home and see that he’s eaten 3 snack size bags of Doritos instead of eating out of the big bag. What the hell?? I get that there’s like 6 chips in the snack bag, but still!! Guess who’s eating some Doritos out of a zip lock bag tomorrow?
Tomorrow we’re going to give the beach another try. What the Hell? I’m sure they won’t argue the whole time in the car again, right?
