Whoever said "Out of sight, out of mind" was obviously not referring to a stash of Hallowe'en candy. "Hello...?" I hear it calling me. "It is I, the bite-size Coffee Crisp! There are 15 of us in this bowl...! Come, come my pretty..."
Well, let's just say that there are no longer 15 Coffee Crisp bars in the bowl. And leave it at that.
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I discovered a sad thing today. I have forgotten the art of shopping-for-self. My husband gave me a 3 hour reprieve from the kids today so I could go to the mall, and by myself a new outfit for our family photo session that's coming up next week. I went there to buy pants, a shirt and some shoes that aren't from circa 1991...and sadly, I came home with a shirt and a pair of gloves for my oldest son, a shirt and a sweater for my middle son, and 2 shirts, a pair of pants and some pyjamas for the baby. That's it. No pants for me. No shirt for me. Definitely no shoes for me. I've forgotten how to shop. Kripes. I think someone should just have me put down.
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On the "art of shopping", I guess you don't have any of my genes. If you ever need any lessons, let me know!
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