I don't like Mondays

Actually, it's more along the lines of not liking this particular Monday. Things didn't start out very well once I realized the fresh pot of coffee I made wouldn't get drunk by me. My stomach has been doing knots ever since I woke up. Chalking it all up to my last test tonight which I'm woefully unprepared for. Instead of studying I've been reading, poking around on the internet, buying gifts for my niece and nephew. Pretty much everything in my power in keeping myself from cracking open my science book.

On a brighter note our tree is on the way through the postal system. We did a real tree last year and decided it's not happening again. More from not wanting to clean out the sap in the tree stand because I don't even know where to start with the gooey mess. Between Jason and I we've combed the stores all over our area. Finding a decent priced tree is a bitch. Or having any stock of fake, pre-lit trees in the store is a bitch. I keep forgetting we're in a densely packed area of human bodies.

Realistically I know a pre-lit tree is a bit costly. Only I don't want to pay the cost even knowing it'll pay for itself within 2-3 years. Seeing our neighbors tree almost had me canceling the order and hitting up Home Depots tree sale. They got a beautiful live tree for $20. But no, I don't want to deal with putting up any lights. I don't exactly enjoy all the knicks I get from the needles, real or fake be damned.

The things we say in public

What is it about Target which brings out the oddest sayings from kids? Is it because we're distracted in finding the crap we need while keeping their hands off of every object in sight? There's a reason why I'd rather go by myself because you won't find me uttering 'you're the reason why birth control was invented' out loud. Or looking up and seeing the shock on people's faces from their lack of humor.

We're at the tail end of our Target shopping, again hurried so much so I forgot to use my coupons. Damnit. I don't know what in the hell Brendan and Colin saw for this question but they wouldn't stop asking. Loudly, very, very loudly.

'Mom, can we buy some pot?'

'You want to buy pot?'

'Yes' in chorus.

'Do you even know what you're asking for?'

'We want to buy some pot. Do you know what it is?'

At this point I'm laughing hoping someone hasn't overheard us. I can only imagine the horror with furious whisperings to call child services on me. All I want to know is what sparked this question of theirs. Last I knew Target hadn't become drug dealers.

ETA: Upon further grilling in the kitchen at home we found out they saw a teapot at Target. Instead of asking for a teapot or kettle, they just asked for pot. Even Jason almost choked when I told him what the boys were asking for last night.