Jan. 20th, 2014

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And the weather watching begins anew. When the superintendent of schools called with her recorded message on Friday morning, she sounded...terse. We've had four snow days (maybe five?) so far, which is four (maybe five?) days more than she would prefer. It's a thankless job, to be sure. No matter what they do, someone is going to be unhappy and complain about it on the internets. I can only imagine how ticked off she's going to be if she has to call in the morning. Teehee! The joys of a parent are occasionally quite dumb, did you know that?

And there went the salt truck.

Since I had the day off, I made myself a big-time shopping list and went to Kroger and Joann's, where I spent a small fortune. I also realized that although I did save quite a bit of money doing my coupon magic* again, I... would have been better off paying full price and going to work. So that is kind of a downer. ;)

I made it back from shopping just in time to pick up E for dance class. The nice part about dance is that I have friends to chat with there. The bad part about dance is that I don't get home until 6:45 and that is pretty late to start on dinner. I made a pinterest recipe tonight, skillet lasagna. It was pretty good. M loved it. Evie didn't like it at all. I had mixed feelings, but that is largely because I don't prefer that strong sausage flavor. However, in addition the four-cheese ravioli, a pound of italian sausage and two kinds of cheese being kind of high on calories and fat, it also cost a million bucks to make it.

And speaking of a million bucks, I guess I lost my chance to cash in on some serious lottery winnings. I occasionally (rarely) buy all three of us an instant=win lottery ticket from a vending machine. I have been carrying around my extreme winnings for AGES and finally tried to stop and cash them in today, only to be told that the register said "No such game." when she tried to process it. Oh well. Procrastination doesn't always pay, I guess.

*Yeah. I don't do that much anymore. I miss it sometimes, like when I go out to my little storage room and THERE'S NO MORE BOY SHAMPOO, but I am also happy to have those ten or fifteen hours per week back and to not abuse my brain quite so much. Regardless of what that expletive-deleted show portrays, it is hard work to shop like that. Right now, most weeks, M even does the grocery shopping so my shopping time is drastically reduced.


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