I said to my husband as I changed my shoes, “I have a pair of Birkenstocks that I paid $170 for and a pair of knock off Birkenstocks from Joe Fresh that I got for $20..Which ones do you think are the most comfortable?’

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Without hesitation he answered, ” The Joe Fresh!”

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WRONG!  My birkenstocks are like heaven on my feet and my cheapos, well, not so much.  Men are so predictable, aren’t they?

My kids were walking home from school today and my little guy, Gregory was kicking at the dandelions along the way.

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He turned to his sister and said ‘My shoe is gone!’

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‘Yeah, ok..’ she replied with an eyeroll (she IS 13).

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Gregory held out his foot, with no shoe on it.  ‘Great’ muttered Paulina as she noticed her brother’s shoe  in someone’s backyard.

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She stomped to the front door of the house and explained the situation to a young boy who then retrieved the shoe from his backyard.

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Just one of the many trials and tribulations of being the older sister…But it could have been worse.  It could have landed in dog poop and I know that if that had happened, Gregory would have walked home shoeless and I would not have been a happy mummy.

No he didn’t buy me a big expensive prezzie…

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He went to Walmart at 10pm to buy me Always maxi pads!  He called me from the proper aisle and read out loud all the different kinds, discussing length and wings and leak guards.  I had to have those wings!  I suspect he was getting a little frustrated at how picky I was being, I know I get frustrated trying to figure it out myself.

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I had the fleeting urge to ask him to buy me KY jelly and Vagisil too…just as a test to see how much he loves me….but I asked for Swedish berries instead.

This question wasn’t as awkward as when my older daughter asked me if her father had ever seen me naked, but it was funny..

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‘Did Nana ever have any kids?’

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Mmhhmmm…and in case you are wondering, she is seven AND she is blonde..and if she ever knew that I wrote about this she would cry and be super furious with me and probably would run away from home..So don’t tell her.

I was just throwing in a load of laundry and when I did my usual search for clothes, I found several stray items.  I wasn’t sure if they were clean or dirty, so, I put them to my nose and sniffed.

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Why, why, why? Why do I do this time and again? Normally I toot my own horn and say how smart I am, but  now I realize that I am really not very smart at all.  I sniff clothes all the time in my efforts to reduce laundry but I am almost always disappointed…and grossed out.

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No more sniffing laundry in my search to distinguish clean from dirty.  Either I will make my kids sniff their own, or I will toss it in the washer…I don’t make enough money doing this job, so when in doubt I’m washing it!!!!