Went to Walmart Friday night with the entire brood to pick up various glasses and contacts, and to do a little gift shopping for our birthday boy. Yep, Little Boy turned 11 on Saturday, and as a gift received eyeglasses. He also managed to stock up on several Star Wars action figures, and some Mega Man action figures, but those were hidden until Saturday--the glasses, he got to wear right away. They look pretty good on him, but I think it's because he's just so darned cute.
While we were there, I let Reba and the older two girls go shop for him, while I kept him and Cat with me in the car parts section. We sniffed air fresheners until we reached olfactory overload. But I think I finally found one that will smell okay in Moby. It's not too florally, or chemically, or fruity, or coconutty, or vanilla-y. I have yet to find something I really like. The Febreeze begins to smell too much like Aqua Net, and the Glade evaporates too quickly. Anyway, I'd rather not have to smell it for a long time, no matter what, so if you need a van, please buy Moby so I can get on with my I'm A Moron project.
Home, supper, admonish children before they go to bed to please stay in bed on Saturday morning and not wake up Daddy and Mommy, who were very exhausted, and not in a good way.
Saturday. Ahhh, Saturday.
Up, dress, run to store for potting soil so the herb seeds Oldest bought could be planted, then to Marvin's for some bird seed and weed killer, then back up the hill to home. (Trip One, of Several)
Dump potting soil and weed killer outside, run out to bird feeders to fill them up, zip open bucket full of seed, and AAAGGGHHHHH!
The whole top surface is covered with weevils! It looked like the whole bucket was alive. Never seen THAT before. Slammed the lid back on, and now it was time for Trip Two. Almost. Got Reba to explain to me one more time where all the stuff was supposed to go in the backyard--she'd gotten two new rose bushes the night before at Wally World, and I need to know exactly where they went, as well as the azalea, and her hydrangea, and the other roses that have been patiently growing in pots. I think she must have gotten tired of reminding me, because she pretty much just said she didn't care.
But first, de-weevilling. Oh, and I needed gas in the van. And to pick up Boy's birthday cake. And those spiffy alloy wheels are looking kinda grimy on the van--it won't sell if they're dirty, you know. Maybe a car wash.
ONWARD!
(But first, staff meeting.)
Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 16, 2005 09:33 AMBetcha the birds wouldn't have really objected much to the weevils.
Posted by: Ed Flinn at May 16, 2005 10:27 AMConincidentally, herbs got planted at our house too. No Weevils, though. And I too ran out of Potting soil. Strange...
Posted by: skinnydan at May 16, 2005 10:36 AMProbably no, Ed--but I figured since I didn't set out to buy live weevils that I shouldn't keep them. It'd almost be like stealin' or something. And I can't count on the stupid birds to eat the weevils, so my whole yard and house might have gotten infested. Ick.
Strange, Dan--or could it just be part of my plan for global domination?
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 16, 2005 11:07 AMNo, it must have just been strange. Starting global domination from my postage stamp back yard is not only inefficient, but, well, stupid.
Our neighbors have a much bigger yard.
Posted by: skinnydan at May 16, 2005 12:47 PMInefficient? Stupid? And your point is?
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 16, 2005 01:24 PMGlobal Domination could be an excellent starter Moron Project for someone.
Posted by: Jordana at May 16, 2005 04:12 PMShhhh! I don't need any competition!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 16, 2005 04:43 PMAre you saying that the official policy of the Dear Leader of the Axis of Weevil is Anti-Weevil?
Posted by: Jordana at May 17, 2005 09:38 AMOf course! As Tyrant in Chief, I can be as contradictory and petulant and other big words as much as I want to be! It's just like the other day, when I was having a cup of hot cocoa with Kim Jong Il, and he said to me, he said, "Terry, I really hate hair care products, such as the styling gels and mousses of the decadent imperialist oppressors." But, you know, I caught a distinct whiff of Paul Mitchell Tea Tree Special Styling Gel emanating from the Great Liberator's direction. And his hair was certainly very nicely done, and I am at a loss to explain how else it could have been so neat and tidy without the use of the very products he seemed to rail against.
So, it's just one of those megalomaniacal dictator things, I suppose.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 17, 2005 10:23 AM