Out Of Control

I spent a substantial portion of yesterday afternoon watching a combination of HGTV and Food Network, and for reasons completely unknown to me, looking at all those different houses and kitchens made me think about the way I do certain things in my house. You know, things like how I slice an onion or how [...]

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1. Walked in guest room. Decided the nightstands needed dusting. 2. On way out of guest room, determined that two nightstands were too much in a smallish space. 3. Turned around, cleared off one nightstand, picked it up and carried it into another bedroom. 4. Vowed to return to that bedroom once dusting was finished [...]

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Birds. BIRRRRRDS.

by BooMama on 18 November 2008

in Out Of Control

In the past I’ve made no secret of the fact that birds sort of terrify me, what with my ongoing irrational belief that their primary objective in life is to swoop down out of the sky and yank a vein out of my neck. I mean, have y’all ever read that short story called “The [...]

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Today, as one of my 54 errands (that number is merely an approximation and may not be completely accurate), I had to return a few things to Old Navy. And because I am apparently surrounded by a powerful magnetic force field, not one but two cash registers just up and quit working while I was [...]

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While Perusing The Grocery Circulars

by BooMama on 31 January 2008

in Out Of Control

Normally I just circle the really good grocery deals. You know, like if Land O Lakes butter is two for five dollars, or Cokes are five for eleven dollars, or Pillsbury biscuits are five for five dollars. But when I saw this? I needed arrows. I needed three arrows, to be exact. And then some [...]

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Yesterday I told Big Mama that if she had any plans to go in Target or Old Navy she’d better not step foot in either store until she’d put on the full armor of God, including the oft-neglected Pocket Shield of Thriftiness. But because we are enablers in that we enjoy, well, enabling each other [...]

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