Why R Rocks. Updated.

I can't remember if I've mentioned it on here, but I love Werther's Chewy Caramels like you can't even imagine. And the only thing I love more than Werther's Chewy Caramels are Cadbury Mini-Eggs.

I eat them like popcorn, fer cryin' out loud. I've tried for years to reach the saturation point, where I eat so many I get sick of them and I won't eat them ever again. It worked with Krispy Kreme donuts, but I'm pretty sure it will never happen with Mini-Eggs.

If you've never tried them, you should. No wait, don't. Then there will be more left for me.

You can only get them between Valentine's Day and Easter, and when they're gone, you have to wait until next year. So on the day after Easter, I get up early and go buy up as many bags as I can find. This year, however, I was unable to find any. It wasn't for a lack of looking. After I dropped Ry off at MDO, I took Tito el Tigre to Tarzhay with me, and they had not one bag of Cadbury Mini-Eggs.

Then I took Little T with me to my LYS. I will NEVER do that again. He's like a freakin' hemorrhoid. I know it's bad form to take a kid into a yarn shop, but it was an emergency. I was shopping for my Secret Pal. So I'm not going to say what I bought, but it wasn't yarn.

Then I went to pick Ry up a little later, and when I arrived at his classroom he was crying. He said his ear hurt. So I went back by the house and got the boys some snacks and headed for Urgent Care. R called me at lunchtime and I told him about how pitiful P was acting. So after an hour and a half of trying to cuddle my snivelling Ry while making sure Teeny T didn't unplug anything important, sure enough, Mr. Pie has an ear infection. Or, as he calls it, an ear defection.

Current Al Bundy Count 11:00am - SIX.



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So I went to Walgreens to get his medicine and once again, no Cadbury Mini-Eggs. They did have the Creme Eggs, so I bought myself a few of those, y'know, to take the sting out of the fact that now I'd have to go home and I wouldn't be able to scour the clearance aisles of my favorite stores on the day after Easter, and tomorrow all the good stuff would probably be gone.

So that night I continued working on my Seat of the Pants Bag and R came home from his class with...

FOUR big bags of Cadbury Mini-Eggs! He just ROCKS my world.


I also love R because of his willingness to participate in my wacky Lucy Ricardo-esque shenanigans. On our way home from Easter at Chez Inlaw, we picked up some beer (how white trash is that, on the Resurrection Day and whatnot)and on our way home we drove through the Raw-ther Nice Neighborhood that lies just on the Other Side of the Proverbial Tracks from us. You know, people who have garages the size of our whole house. More power to ya if you live in that kind of place, I ain't hatin'. Just givin' you a visual.

So we're driving down Fancypants Road and I see what appears to be 4 rolled-up bamboo shades, lying by the mailbox at the bottom of Some Rich Person's driveway. Now, I've wanted some vintage bamboo shades for a while. So I made him pull over and pop the trunk while Beebie and I dashed out for the Swipe. I figured, they must be getting rid of them, right? I mean, why else would they be by the side of the road? I felt no guilt, remorse or shame.

Beeb, however, said she felt like we were on an episode of My Name is Earl.

(Ry usually gets the props for saying the funny stuff, but that was a good one, Beebie.)

So we got home and R hung them and they look SO cool!
I'll take a pic for youse.

R rocks.


Oh, and didja see my Ter-Bear on Jay Leno last night????