The Red door will be bolted shut for me!

At least two to four times a day I am forced to drive by my favorite salon, and envy all the cars parked out front. It's called the Red door salon and it's this white building with a big Red door. Today we were all in the car and driving by it and Kailey asks "Mommy have you ever been in that place with the big red door? What's it like?". I told her "Yes, and It's like walking into a piece of Heaven. That place is magical, you can walk in looking like a hag terrible and come out looking like a beauty queen. (that result can very from time to time but she doesn't know that) You can be pampered from head to toe, get your nails done, it's so wonderful and relaxing... " All while I'm telling her this I'm hoping Jason is taking notes, with Mother's day just around the corner. (Sneaky but clever don't you think?) It's like when those junk mail jewelry store catalogs never get thrown away, and are instead left out in plain view. Bad thing is it wouldn't matter what I say or do he gets what he wants. He'll come home with the biggest most expensive thing to get the 'Holy crap what did you do' effect. (which gets him lots of brownie points!) The only problem with that is once the shock has worn off and I see the price tag, I usually freak out and run with the receipt back to the store. Sad thing is this year I'll miss all that schmoozing and the little fight we have, when I threaten to take it back. That's because this year there will be no spa treatments or diamonds, no matter what I drop hints about or drool over. (No thanks to the little prick Mr. Bush for putting us in Recession...that's right I said it, it's not a 'Slow economy' you dweeb! Man up and act like you know a little something. He lies by omission better than Clinton ever did. Oh and I'm sure his wife won't be going without her pedi!) Nope instead this year our money will be going towards Gas and Groceries. Here I'd just settle for a new pair of BoGo's and a candy bar, yet I can't even get that. At least I know my little babies won't leave me hanging. They always treat me to the best homemade gifts ever.

Interference to Heaven

Yesterday, I picked up both my girls from school and headed to the grocery store. They both had received balloons from a walkathon, so Jacob was squealing his little lungs out over the excitement of them. All the way there they bounced in their seats flipping them around all over the backseat, hitting each other. Had I known they were going to be pumped full of sugar and have these balloons, I would have never attempted the store and went before hand. (I'll just let you imagine how that went)
Excited to get back to the balloons after shopping, Madisen flung open her door and out came her balloon. Trying to salvage the day at a moments notice, I immediately start consoling her. I've been down this teary road before I knew immediate action was crucial . Explaining to her, don't panic it's okay 'Damon' will love chasing it when it gets to Heaven, she quickly calmed down. That was until as we were driving away and she noticed it stuck in a tree, and then there was no convincing her out of a complete and total melt down. (It was no longer just about loosing a balloon but a friend also... He will always be remembered. )