You know how the other day I told you that I hate to spend money on vacuums? Well, this is why. The one we bought less than two weeks ago just died. No reason, no warning, just died. I was so mad I could scream. We waited a long time to buy one that we thought would hold up. So when we did purchase one we didn't go cheap. So after I spent the entire morning with the vacuum completely taken apart and all over my kitchen floor with no luck of finding the reason for the very abrupt death, AND spending over 45 minutes on the phone with the makers of this machine, I had had enough. I put it back together, threw the kids and the repackaged vacuum in the car and took it back. I then proceeded to drive to every store I could think of to find a suitable replacement. I mean lets be honest here folks, I have two children, three dogs, and two cats I cannot go with out a vacuum for more than a day. So along the way I found these treasures:
Two, yep I said two shirts for me. That has to be some kind of record. I NEVER buy things for me, and if and when the rare occassion does occur it certainly isn't more than one thing. But I loved these and they fit into my jeans and tee shirts life perfectly, so now they're mine!
We found Boots some Spiderman finger paint... Can't wait to see what a wreck this is going to be.
And Little P some gel pens, check out the concentration...
And lastly I read this article
in the local paper about a small bakery is in our town. It's Jackson's Bakery in Greece, they have been on Stone road for 60 years. I didn't even know we had a bakery this close. So told the kids as we were running all over the place that if they were really well behaved and didn't give me anymore of a headache than I already had we would take a little trip to see this old town favorite and perhaps pick out a special treat for after lunch.
It was everything a little small town bakery should be. The smell when you opened the door was a cross between instant comfort and insane hunger. There was case after case filled with cupcakes and cookies, pecan bars, cakes of every size and filling, danishes, and breads and rolls, cannoli I could go on and on. Everything was selected and placed in perfect little white bakery boxed and tied with string.
The lady who helped us has been working there forever and was the sweetest woman I think I have ever met. She told me that the cupcakes we picked out, she made this morning herself.
More assurance that they will be worth the extra 30 minutes I am going to have to be on the treadmill!
Mr. Fantastic, being a good Italian boy loves him some cannoli's, so these are for him.
Little P immediately set her heart upon a cream puff that was sprinkled so delicately with powdered sugar that it looked like lace.
Now I have more sewing to do, I have dolls to finish and back packs to make, and sleeping bags to put zippers in... Oh and I still have to drive to the gym after we put the kids to bed tonight... I need more hours in the day!