Don't Go Cheap

My mom and dad never bought nice razors. So when I went off to college I had this underlying opinion that my roomates were being self-indulgent when they bought nice razors.

Of course their legs were smooth and glorious. Mine looked like they had been through a war.

Eventually I got over my tin foil collecting habits (did your grandmothers collect used tinfoil into a little ball? Depression era stuff, I suppose) and broke down and got the luxury drug store brand razors. It was especially cool in the mid nineties when the women's razors got all cool shaped and especially fantastic looking.

I don't know why last week I bought cheap razors at Target. Bad move.

I have just about taken off all of the skin on my shins and ankles. There are Dora bandaids on my heels.

Time to go back to the store.

Too True

We were driving home in the trusty van this afternoon. The children had bored of my flashcard drills..... so bored that they were finally telling me about their days at school.

Quirky has been somewhat interested in this one little girl at school, Ella. He told me at the beginning of the year that he likes "how she has freckles on her face."

Today apparently they had VERY important discussion. It was reported to me like this:

Quirky: "Mom, do you know all of the phone numbers of the moms of my school friends?"

Me: "I have a directory."

Quirky: "I need you to call Ella's mom. She doesn't believe that there are real life pirates anymore. I told her that I don't believe in Justin Bieber. I told her that he's a fairy... I mean fairy tale."

How are kids so danged smart????