Posts Tagged ‘bathtub’

Ten-Year-Old Money Management

April 16, 2014

“Mom, my size eight underwear is too tight.  Can we please get me some more?”  Of course this was only uttered in complete isolation from her brothers.  Of course.  She is mortified if I say the word “bra” out loud whether we are alone or not.  It makes me want to work “bra” into every conversation.  Which I am capable of doing, but I’m trying to be the nice mom (in a white bra.)

So off to ROSS we went.  Dress for less.  That’s my idea of a good time.  And Mr. Wallet’s too.  Straight to the back of the store to the girls department we hightailed and bee-lined to the clearance section.  There is ALWAYS underwear on clearance, which I don’t really understand because they don’t go out of season. Ever.  (Well, except for a season in my teenage son’s life when he wore bathing suits for three months…. but I digress.)

chihuahua

BINGO!  Five multi packs to choose from.  All the right size.  All were five pair for $3.  All were cute colors.  All were bikini (which is apparently highly importante for the Colombiana!)  (When she has her first love in college, and he finds this blog, she’s gonna kill me… but that is so far off, I shall continue.)  I wanted to yell, “Sweet Jesus! We scored in the clearance section, folks!” but I did not, only because I noticed something was amiss on my daughter’s face.  She was not as exhilarated as I was with the undies find.  After questioning her dislike for my super saver bargain, she explained that the sudsy, mini yellow Chihuahua in the bathtub pictured on the first pair of panties in the multi pack was no bueno! I countered with an explanation that she could have five pair for $3 and wear the Chihuahua or she could stay snug in her size 8s.  The little doggie grew on her, as I knew he would.  Plus out of the five pair only ONE had the doggie!  The rest were boring… albeit in cute colors.

She was not done. Oh no. The bubbly Chihuahua was not going down without a fight. Turning to the non-sale section, she pointed to some cute sets of pink undies with turquoise lace gracing the top. Seriously, the ones she picked looked like they were strays from the racy lingerie section of the ladies department.  Why do they even make little girls underwear resemble Victoria’s Secret garb? Pointing out the $6 price tag for TWO pair, I asked her how many doggie panties we could buy for six dollars.  She thought for a moment and answered correctly, mumbling defeat, “ten.”

I explained that it is not a wise use of our money to buy two pair of fancy duds when ten serviceable ones would do.  I suggested that if she really wanted the lacy ones, she could use her own hard-earned money. (Insert eye roll here.) Utterly ridiculous! She would not pay $6 for two pair, even though she wanted me to. No way! She even made a little snorting noise in disgust.

And the underwear lesson went down in the history book as a frugal find but a fashion failure. Egads… a bathing Chihuahua… can you even imagine?!? Disgraceful!

 

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

October 7, 2008

This picture pretty well sums up my night, well, minus the rose petals, floating candles, long stem rose, wine bottle and nicely tiled walls.  It was church night and I was set to go with the family at the front door… on time.  My dear hubby knew I have had a bit of busy-ness going on and I’m not sure if it’s stress related, but I got pink eye again.  Only in one eye.  So as we’re standing by the front door tonight, he says, “Why don’t you just stay home.”  I had second thoughts and third thoughts.  My desire is to be a good example to the kids, but just maybe it was Rick’s turn to be a good example of a loving husband to the kids tonight.

So I DUSTED all the candles surrounding my tub (thanks, Jill, for letting me know that you have to dust them), found a jack knife and dug out the bits of wax left in the candelabras.  Picked new lavender candles and dripped the wax in to secure them.  That task always reminds me of the movie Amazing Grace… William did that one romantic evening.  Then I found an enchanting little British movie on Netflix and calmly watched it amongst my glowing candles.

Like I said, AAAAAAHHHHHHH!  The movie was about an old woman who moved into a hotel in London and befriended a young writer, after tripping on the pavement outside his flat.  It was charming.  Made me want to find an old person and just listen.

O.K., back to reality.  Rick just asked what all the fuzz is in his bathroom sink.  “I dusted the candles,” the lame housekeeping wife responded.  :o)