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The Vespa

Vespas. When my husband first told me that he wanted to get a vespa, I had no idea what he was talking about. He continued on, “It would save on gas having to drive to work.” Recently, the store he managed had been shut down by corporate. The problem wasn’t his management but the fact that they opened the store he was managing about a mile or so down the street from the first store the chain had ever built, and with customers so accustomed to going to the first store why would they go to the newer one down the street that offered nothing more than the first. So sales were horrible. The real question though is who’s brilliant idea at corporate was to put two stores so close together and expect sales to be high for both when the customer base was not any larger? So my husband was given a few options, he could take a severance package of about 4 weeks worth of pay, he could commute to another store on the opposite side of town and work as an assistant manager and...

Birthday with a Mouse

As the clock on my computer (the one on my phone is slower) changed to 4:30 p.m. I quickly turned my computer off and grabbed my things. It was Friday and it was also my and my husband’s birthday. Yes, we have the same birthday. We had plans for the evening. We were going to “Chuckie Cheese.” Yes, you read that right. Two grown adults having pizza at a mouse themed children’s arcade and play-center, I know, pretty pathetic, but our children have been begging for almost 2 months for us to take them, so why not for the special occasion? I must admit, one great thing about being a parent is that you are sociably allowed to do stupid kid things and no one can say anything. Don’t believe me? Go to a Toys-R-Us and watch the parents who do not have kids throwing temper tantrums (that’s one of the bad things about being a parent- tantrums). I bet they are pushing buttons, throwing things, and trying out bikes and hula-hoops with their kids. As we approached the entran...

I'll Poop You Wrong

There are things that parents come to learn once they have children, like fish enjoy reading which is why there are books in the fish tank, that “juice” doesn’t necessarily mean the liquid that is squeezed from fruit and then jarred, but it can also stand for chocolate milk or tea and if you are to misinterpret its intended meaning you will be dealing with a stream of tears and cries of how horrible a parent you are. One thing that is quickly learned once you have children is however, how to tell if the child needs their diaper changed. As parents, we have learned how to determine this through means that make other non-parent individuals stare at us as though we just ate the contents of a diaper. We will lift the child into the air if there is a notion that our child has soiled themselves and sniff the hind end or pull the diaper open enough with our fingers around the leg holes or back of the diaper to see if we can see anything that may be causing the stench that is lurking around ...