At the front of the line, the young checker dude saw me fumble with my phone and he pointed out that the only way to call a coupon up on my phone was to download the Joann's app. Shame on Joann. I don't want an app to Joann's on my phone (yes, I am 80 - thanks for asking), plus my battery was almost dead.
|This is the better wood that we |
get at Micheal's. It's hard to see here,
but it has some bark on
the sides, which makes it look cool.
I arrived at the studio to see the lights out and Curly waiting outside with a teenage assistant teacher. I apologized profusely out the window as Curly hopped in the van, which was pretty much still in motion.
Then I sped away and instructed Curly not to talk to me. I was now officially grouchy. At stop lights I texted Mini to say that the candy crap was out of control. I would be alerting the athletic director of my frustration. Mini was good enough to point out that I was insane.
Mini did not like the wood pieces from Joann's. I agreed with her. They were lame and not like the ones we prefer from Michael's. Oh well, I knew I was making a return trip. Just leave that bag of wood to return on the counter with the rest of life's messes.
The next day at dinner Ed called out to Mini: 'Sorry about the candy. Did you get it?' Mini kind of mumbled something inaudible and I could tell she was flustered. I was only half listening, but then a light-bulb went off in my dizzy-from-chasing-my-tail-around head.
me: 'Mini did you forget that freaking candy at our house after I bought it last night?'
Mini (unable to look at me): 'Thanks,.Ed! I told you in my text not to tell Mommy!'
Ed: 'Oh, sorry, I didn't see that part of the text.'
Mini had inadvertently pulled what we, her loving family members, refer to as 'a Mini moment.' she babysat for a baby I sit for over the weekend. When the mom dropped off on Monday, she brought along Mini's coat that Mini left at their house.
|I just found Mini's bag of candy from her |
badminton big sis. Ridiculousness!!
Am I right?
I, the reluctant candy shopper, drove right past the school on the forgot-the-candy day with the tots. I could have stopped and dropped the candy. OR - I could have purchased not-ridiculously-over-priced candy at the grocery store, which is where I was going with the tots, and returned the other candy later at Joann's since I had to go back to Joann's anyway to do the coupon thing and return the yucky wood.
If looks could kill, Ed would not stand a chance. And, if girl team-building could include colorful hand drawn notes/posters taped to lockers from well-wishing teammates, then I would stop threatening to embarrass the Hell our of Mini by voicing my disgust to the athletic director.