Can't Have Anything Nice

I have been saying it for about three years now "I can't have anything nice." The latest: Last night I get into my bed and look for the remotes( yes, plural, remotes) too find all three hanging out under a pillow that has been transplanted to the middle of my bed. I pick up the remote to our BRAND NEW only had two it days DVD player to find that the battery cover on the back has been broken, yes broken, off. Of course, who is to blame? Mister J. He tells me that it is "OK" though. Yeah, no big deal. I like how he tried to hide it after he broke it. This is just another in a series of "nice" things that I like that have turned up broken. Some things just disappear and I never find out what their status is. So, I have resigned myself to the fact that for the next fifteen years, at least, I will not have anything nice.

Have a great day!

Shoes

So, in our house we keep shoes in a big old corn crate by the front door. Everyones shoes go in there when they take them off. Well, little miss L has taken it upon herself recently to find a matching pair of shoes, it does matter who's they are, and put them on herself and clomp around the house. This is seriously the cutest thing I have every seen! She is so tiny and she will put on hubbies size 12 clod hoppers and march all around, falling over more than half the time. I think maybe she will grow up to be like her mimi B and have a bit of a shoe addiction.

Have a great day!