Elf or Witch?

I love wearing boots with heels but don't that much anymore. It is really hard walking in 3-4" stilletos while carrying a fat baby. So, I usually only wear them once in a while or if I am "dressing up". MOPS is one of those days I "dress up" and after getting home my feet were killing me so I took them off and put on some flats. Bryce walks up behind me and says "I like those shoes Mom, they are cute. Lots cuter than those elf boots you wear." I love that he just says whatever the heck he wants. When he was little he called them witch shoes. I guess they have now become elf shoes.
(After viewing this picture, I just realized how gross my brown boots are. Guess it's time to go shopping!)

Soldier Hollow

So I have realized the only bad thing about belonging to so many "good deal" blogs and websites is I start to think I NEED every good deal. How can I just let a good deal slip away? That's right, I don't. I swear I purchase way more stuff now just because it is a good deal. But regardless, I have gotten some pretty fun stuff. I found 1/2 coupons to Soldier Hollow and have wanted to head up there....so, great time with 1/2 off coupons right? Oh and this is the day after I got my hair cut, colored and styled for 1/2 off. Yep, I found another "good deal."

A-OK

I will start off by saying that I got my test results back and everything looked normal. I am not going to lie, I clearly wanted to hear good news but was kind of hoping they came back abnormal. Not because I am a freak but because then there would be something to treat and hopes of NO MORE HEADACHES! It's kind of like when you have a sore throat and you go in to the Dr.'s office. You don't want strep throat but you would rather have strep throat than just a sore throat because then they can give you meds and make you feel better....make sense? Long story short, I just want my migraines to be gone!

Second....
I have always said my husband has serious issues with patience. I noticed it at first but think he was trying to keep it minimized so I wouldn't think he needed to be highly medicated. Well, after 5 years of watching him be an absolute impatient basket case it is very clear to me that he needs meds and lots of strong heavy meds.

So, tonight I ask him calmly and patiently (don't you love how I make myself out to be such an angel? Just for the record, I am medicated!) to please scan a picture for me on our 1920 dino scanner. About 45 minutes later I walk into the office to him grumbling under his breath and then I hear the loudest bang (honestly, I thought it was a gun shot) I turn around to realize that freak had slammed his fist down on the machine because he couldn't get it to work. So he lifts up the lid and says "guess it isn't going to be scanning anything now"

Seriously, who does this? Who gets so angry at the scanner that they slam there fists down on it. My husband....that's who and yes, I stand by my thinking that he needs medication!