Today I took a trip to Kroger to buy Bar Keepers Friend 
, which according to reputable sources will clean my Pyrex without scratching (and it works! I just tried it and OMG it works!).
Since a “Fuel Low” warning was coming up when I thought to press reset on the car’s computer, I decided to fuel up while I was there.
A couple of things occurred to me while standing at the pump. One, there is a sticker stating a $75 maximum for paying at the pump with a credit card - unless it is a Visa card in which case the maximum is $50.
Kroger, you are not keeping up with the times. Please take the time to examine Exhibit A, my receipt from today:
The second thing I noticed was this message when I finished and hung up the nozzle:
THANK YOU PLEASE
While I was pondering this apparent example of ESL I realized that underneath was the message:
TAKE YOUR RECEIPT.
I would have taken a photo but I didn’t want the cute guy on the other side of the pump to think I was taking a photo of him. Yes, it still works that way, even when you are old.
Finally we have progress on my site redesign!
It’s nowhere near done yet but I decided to put it live anyway because I could wait another month for the fine tuning to be completed. Or even another year. The Daddy is a Man Who Does too Much. Still, he was kind enough to rescue me from my own personal hell, where I was tinkering and quite frankly getting nowhere fast.
And all I had to do in exchange was make him a cup of tea.
Then as he was showing me what he had achieved he started getting excited about all the opportunities. We could put a button here that does this! And you could do that! And whizzamijigs and whotsits!
And I said Yes! Cool! Sounds Good! I’ll pencil that in for 2am!
Barbie 1 (because they don’t have names, they are all called Barbie): “Oooh I love your dress! It looks just like Cinderella’s!”
Barbie 2: Yes, it is Cinderella’s. She lent it to me to go to the ball.”
Barbie 1: “It’s very pretty. And I love your hair!”
Barbie 2: “Thank you! It’s very long and gets knots in it. Sometimes I cry when my Mommy combs it. I love your hair too, it is nice and curly.”
Barbie 1: “Thank you. Sometimes I show people my backside.”
Barbie 2: “(WTF??????????????)”
(Relax, she isn’t actually an exhibitionist. We have big windows looking out onto the street, and if she takes too long putting her pajamas on, we just tell her everybody is looking at her naked. And yes, we do expect her to pay her own therapy bills.)
For the last year I have been wondering about the identity of the mystery plant under the bedroom window. Then, this morning it flowered and it is … a Gardenia!
I never knew what a gardenia was, but as soon as I saw the flower, the name hit me. So I googled it, and see?
I am quite partial to the smell of Tahitian Gardenia. I know this one is just common-or-garden, but it will do.
There must have been something magical about last night (was it a full moon? I kept waking up thinking it was morning), because the butterflies in our Butterfly Garden also chose this morning to make their entry into the world. The children have been so excited. It is moments like these that really drive home the wonder of childhood. Remember when you could sit transfixed for half an hour just watching a butterfly stretch its wings? Me neither.
The Wictor is getting all grown up. The Baby has become a little Boy, sob sob.
