So we went to the grocery store "to get Momma something that's BAD for her."
We ended up with baklava, which isn't that bad for me, and rainbow merainge (I can't for the life of me spell that). Jet got a "cookie monster" with cream between two pink cookies. John called to say he was getting us pizza. Jet and I also got him some cream cheese (lowfat) for lunches, and whipped cream for hot chocolate, and strawberry sauce since we had run out of the cheap chocolate stuff... and...
Well, yeah. Shopping when you're hungry is not a great thing.
A really funny thing is that when we stopped by the bakery and got our stuff, we stopped to get Jet one of the free cookies instead of my letting him have the monster cookie right there and then. The baker caught up with us and apologized for screwing up and putting a $2.49 instead of a $1.49 and I said, "Thank you. I really appreciate your fixing it. That's much better than the alternative." And he bobbed his head, "You're welcome." and he smiled. Thing is only *I* knew that I'd just spoken to him in exactly the same tone of voice I use on Jet when he does something by accident and then fixes it. Thing is, thinking about it, I could have just been surly or something and not thanked him and then I would have kicked myself for not thanking him for doing the right thing. It's good to do the right thing and nicer when someone acknowledges that. So I'm glad I did that.
Dinner was good. John and Jet went to help take pictures of the furniture our neighbor is trying to sell, and now they're all in the hot tub. I should probably join them.
But when Jet was using the potty he wanted me in there with him, and I leaned against the wall and bonked my head gently.
Jet said, "Mom, you shouldn't bang you head on the wall, you could hurt yourself." In a tone of voice I recognize ALL too well... :-) And then he continued, "And you could break the wall!" Hee.
"Thank you, Jet."
I'm for the hot tub... after I finish my Donkey Decaf latte.