Dear iPhone updates, I avoided you for as long as I could, but finally had to give in. And you know what, while I love many of the new features, I just can't get used to not swiping to unlock! I know in my head that I'm supposed to tap the home button twice, but muscle memory is really working against me with this one. I keep swiping out of routine and getting aggravated when it doesn't work.
Dear Hibachi manager, I kind of have a love hate relationship with you at the moment. When you made my son a balloon animal sword while we were waiting for our table, I thought that was really sweet and thought you were great. Noah was entertained and I figured that you knew the probable outcome of giving a 4 year old boy a play sword in a restaurant, so I let him have fun. But now that we are back home and Noah is adamant I don't throw it out, my fondness for your sweet gesture is on the decline. Noah is now obsessed with knights and practice sword fighting. I'm constantly worried I'm going to lose a lamp! Here's hoping this "sword" pops or deflates sooner than later!
Dear remote car starter, I'm not sure how I feel about you right now! I was so excited when we had you installed. I had great expectations of starting you from the inside of my warm house. But then there were a few times when I clicked the button, assuming you started, and went on with my business of getting Noah and myself ready for the day, only to walk outside and find out that the car was not warming up for the last 10 minutes. I didn't realize I could get so annoyed at a simple key remote! We brought it back in to where we had it installed and hoping it's now good to go!
Dear gas station attendant, You really are the best! In the summer, you saw that my son had a mini meltdown when I didn't let him ask you to "fill it up with regular" and hand you the credit card. Instead of giving the side eye to my irrational 3 year old, you let us "do it over". You handed him back the credit card and asked him what we wanted. Not only that, but since then, you by some miracle have remembered us and make a point to go straight to Noah every time asking what he can get for us. You make my son feel special and important, which is huge in my mama book!
Dear Kings (grocery store), Thank you for thinking of the little kids who have to go grocery shopping with their parents. Not only do you have the mini shopping carts that my son loves, but you have a little mailbox filled with lollipops for them to take. And one day the mailbox was empty and you went right away to the shelf and got a new bag of lollipops just so my son wouldn't be upset! You seriously make Noah excited to go grocery shopping!
Dear Kings, While I love your shopping carts and lollipops, I'm not a fan of your price of shrimp! I mistakingly got a pound of shrimp from you and then found out it was $10 cheaper (!!!) at Shop Rite. I really do love your meat and fish selection, but at that much of a price difference, I just can't rationalize it, especially to my husband!
Dear bug sitting on my kitchen faucet, You really gave me quite a shock the other morning! I am absolutely petrified of bugs. If someone else is home, they will immediately be called to kill them. In fact I've even been known to beg my mom come over (who lives 10 minutes away) just to kill them for me! This bug, that kind of resembled a grasshopper ???, wasn't even really moving, but for some reason I was freaking out over the idea that I had to kill it on my own! I texted Chris and called my mom for support and killing strategies, and in the end decided to suck it up with my dust buster. And then I had my mom empty the vacuum when she came over later that day. Yes, I'm that big of a baby when it comes to bugs!!!
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