a hippy chick

I entered a contest that is giving away these: aren’t they just too cute?  Lil pill has great taste, actually.  I’m sure he’ll make me very proud as a world famous interior designer someday. 

Anyway, he came home with a huge hole in one shoe and the lining ripped out of the other one.  Mr. A always seems to have extra money for things such as this, but I do not.  Not to mention I’m the world’s worst at winning contests.  Among my more notable: that time back in the 90s that Pepsi was having a promotion–1 in 3 caps win a free drink? I drank at least 20 Mt. Dews without getting one winner.  I can scratch off a whole ticket without getting even $2 back.  I faithfully enter the PW’s many contests, although I suspect she gets tired of reading at about comment 200 and just chooses someone at random.  Shoot, I can’t even get free chocolate when they are giving it away!  Somehow someone always loses my email/number/information.  AND, I just realized that site I linked to is overseas somewhere, so –not that I had a chance anyway — I didn’t make the contest deadline.

Picture Eeyore walking under a little black raincloud.  That is me.  Aren’t you jealous?  I am soooo popular and lucky.  The joys of being a Pisces. And, I’m a real upbeat gal to boot, aren’t I?  Not that anyone’s reading this…..

But anyway, they sure are precious little shoes, aren’t they?  I’m not sure if or when I need to start teaching lil pill to tie his shoes.  Seems like everything has velcro now, but I remember when you couldn’t graduate kindergarten without learning how to tie on that little fake shoe thing they had.  Remember that?  It looked like this, only not as cute.

Sort of like with subtraction in 1st grade, my big brother (there was always one around somewhere, I had 7 of them) decided to cheat and do it for me.  I think I was about 8 before I could really make an honest to goodness bow in a shoelace.  And I still have to think really hard about 14 minus 5.