We had a very wonderful Thanksgiving holiday. My dad made the long trek up here from southeastern MO, bless his 60-year-old heart, and no sooner had he arrived, we learned that my grandmother (who will be 80 next week, BLESS HER), got into an accident on Thanksgiving Day. While it remains to be seen exactly what happened, the details are that it was likely a deer, and, unfortunately, her vehicle is likely totaled. But, thankfully, she and my aunt are fine and no one was harmed. Well, except maybe the deer...but we're not certain of its whereabouts to know for sure.
I was supposed to get up early with hubby and hit the Black Friday sales, but I started feeling icky around 3 a.m. Friday morning and begged off the trip. Hubby went out and got a good deal of shopping done for the kiddos. My sole shopping achievement that day was that I cleaned our local Radio Shack out of 2 GB CompactFlash cards for my camera. At $11.99 a piece it was a steal, especially considering most 2 GB CF cards are $40 bucks each or higher. I'm not a fan of the bigger, 8GB or even 16GB cards that seem to be all the rage. That's just more data that could potentially be lost. Plus those big suckers are known for failure...give me a handful of 2 giggers over a single big-un any day.
On Sunday we hit our local Steve & Barry's to check out the deals. Apparently the entire chain is closing down, and that's a shame. I rather fancied that store, even though they hardly ever carried anything for my alma mater (Drexel). Its fun to go in there and get your kicks off of the various slogans and other vulgarities on their shirts. Katie and Jon were along for the trip. Katie decided that she wanted to get Aunt Amanda a t-shirt for Christmas. Problem is, Katie has some very definite ideas about what kind of t-shirt Aunt Amanda would like. It took me some time to convince her that Aunt Amanda probably wouldn't want a t-shirt with rainbows and flowers on it from the girls' section, we moved on to the adult section.
"What's this one say, Mom?"
"Oh, that says 'Green Shirts are For Pimps."
"What's a pimp?"
"Um, ah, um, it's like a leprechaun, you know, like St. Patrick's day." (Whew. Good save. Gonna have to be careful here).
"I KNOW! LET'S GET NANA A WEDDING SHIRT!"
"Um, okay...let's see if we can find one of those." (doubtful, but let her look...what the heck...)
"Oh look, Mom, here's one, it has a bride and groom on it."
(and underneath the bride and groom it said "BIG MISTAKE" Lovely.)
"Oh no, honey, they don't have her size."
"Oh. That stinks. Oh wait, Mom! Look at this cute one with the cat on it! What does it say?"
"Um, ah, I can't tell you what it says, honey." (Why? Because it says 'Sex Kitten'. HOLY HELL!?!? Yes, I'm certain Aunt Amanda would totally appreciate a 'Sex Kitten' t-shirt from her 6 year old niece!!!)
"Why not? What does it say, Mom? Wait, I'll sound it out...Essss...eeeee...xxxxx"
(Me, twisting her head around and then picking up the shirt closest to my hands) "Katie! Look, look at this one...it's got, um, uh, letters on it. Look here! It's red and, uh, soft."
"Mom, that's a boy's shirt. It has a race car on it."
"Oh, yeah, right," (laughing), I don't think Nana would want that one, huh...let's go find Daddy and Jon."
Shortly thereafter we left S&B's, without a t-shirt for Nana. I think I liked it better when she didn't know phonics.
