Thursday, January 17, 2008
I Do It For the Kids
Of course I went to the Chaws with my Valentine play date invite problem and they had a solution. They actually had several solutions, which is quite typical, and started several different conversations, one of which evolved into an invite.
The digital scrapbooking chaws steered me in the direction of this cute kit from Shabby Princess (too lazy to find a link or even add .com. You'll figure it out), but I still wasn't sure.
The entrepreneurial card making/scrapbook supply selling chaw mentioned little envelopes and I'm a sucker for little envelopes. She also had heart shaped paper clips and we decided I needed something to attach to something with said paper clips, but not anything with too much manual assembly since I suck at cutting and pasting and the entrepreneurial chaw always ends up offering to do it for me, but she has 17 month old twins and a 4 year old that makes Big Kid look average in terms of chattiness and intelligence, so I just can't pile anything else onto her plate (other than the few small favors I did ask from her).
So after several lengthy conversations and one google search for the poem, I think I'm going to go with this as the front and back of the invite and the little square down at the bottom will be in a little bitty envelope paper clipped to the invite. Awwww. I know, it's really cute.
The poem says:
Yum Yum Yum
Let's decorate some (I changed that around from "make" )
Some will be red
Some will be white
Some will have sprinkles
Some will be striped
Some will have frosting
Some will be plain
No Two the same!
So that will be cute. Now I have to start gathering cookie decorating supplies and decorations and what not. I also realized that since I'm going to be handing out the majority of these at school, they won't even have the cute photo stamps (which still have not arrived) on them. So there wasn't even any point to this whole thing, since the original idea was to have a use for the cute stamps.
Oh well, the ball is rolling now.
P.S. I'm still upset about the poop thing. I'm pretty sure I am suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as a result of that incident. I told them all that I was resigning and to consider this my two weeks notice and use it wisely to find a replacement, but Big Kid didn't look up from the Wii, Mr. Ashley asked where I would go and little kid probably shrieked or broke something, I don't remember because I'm not speaking to him.
Also, I'm starting to think that God doesn't even read my blog because the rest of the night went no easier. Let's just say my couch smells a lot like Dr. Pepper and probably always will.
If anyone ever throws poop at me again, I will find somewhere to go. Being homeless would have to be easier than motherhood.