during the holidays dh sets up a bogus email address from 'santa's elves' and i feed him info. during the day (by phone when the beastly children are not in earshot) so he can send them warning letters about whatever they are doing that's bugging me. the 'elves' have 'peeked in' and caught them bickering, saying something i cooked was 'ucka', making a mess in the bathtub (they got realy spooked when they realized that elves could peek in when your 'butt nekid' in a bathtub
i also confess that a couple of dinner plates from animator's pallate and palos (disney cruise line restaurants) somehow found their way into my china hutch
and no, i confess-i did not win them at the onboard auctions.
i also confess that a couple of dinner plates from animator's pallate and palos (disney cruise line restaurants) somehow found their way into my china hutch
and no, i confess-i did not win them at the onboard auctions.
I've lied to DH about how much money I've spent for our upcoming Disney trip. And I don't mean on the actual trip. I'm talking new clothes for DDs, costumes, shoes, etc. etc. The other day I picked up a glass doo-dad at a store (which was priced $65) and the top fell off and shattered. Although, technically that shouldn't be my fault. They should of had the top secured in some way. Right??? But I high-tailed it out of the store anyway, just in case they were going to ask me to cough up $65. I need that $65 for Disney.
" But, I stifle myself and say "Don't worry about what other people think about what you do, do what makes YOU feel good".
And that "elf email" thing is getting filed away for future use.
