I love my kid. I love my kids. I love my kids.

But sometimes they really piss me off. Like when I have told the halfling at least 213465468798797 times to brush his teeth. And when I make an appearance to check on the progress of said instructions I find him pilfering through my bathroom cabinets. A broken watch could entertain him for hours.

My Father, God love him, used to scream at us, "You're moving as slow as molasses on a cold Vermont Morning!" I never really stopped to think about just how slow molasses moves on a cold Vermont morning until I had kids. I swore I would never use this diddly of parental frustration, but I find myself using it all. the. time.

But what I can tell you is that I can completely vouch for the fact that the halfling moves much slower than molasses. He is more like frozen molasses. Ice age molasses. Prehistoric amberized molasses.

Typical anal person I am, I like things done NOW. Fast and furious. Piddling pisses me off. The halfling is an expert piddler. He can find something in a room of nothingness to piddle around with and waste time. I like to think that it is his wildly creative imagination at work, or at least that is the mantra I repeat to myself over and over and over again. And over again.

Look what I got in the mail from Japan today.

I love getting packages in the mail. It's like Christmas to me. I get all giddy and excited like a 6 year old does on Christmas morning. Sometimes I wish my spaz of a dog would calm the hell down when the doorbell rings so I could enjoy the moment.

I especially love getting packages from another country. Today, it was from Japan. Something about seeing Japanese writing makes me smile. It's so, like..."foreign" to me. ;)
Plus, I think it makes me look cool to the mail lady. I know she walked away thinking how cultured and international I am.

She was so jealous, I could see it.

She wishes she had packages from Japan delivered to her door.

So, I signed the international waiver thingy, told the mail lady to beat it like Micheal Jackson, and hollered to the brats to come see what we got in the mail from Japan.

The halfling could barely contain his excitement. He kept asking, "It came all the way from Japan? Like where they write Japanese?!!!!" I assured him that yes, they do write in Japanese in Japan, or the last I heard they did.
The fourthling was more interested in the box and newspapers. Typical uncultured child he is.

So, lookie what we got.

What is it? Oh, it's an adorable bento box. A panda one.

And a Frog.

And the panda version of sweatin' to the oldies.

And well, this one came from beautiful state of Washington. But it was made in Japan so that counts for something. My online buddy, Amber, sent it to me from the Japanese dollar store. Because they are lucky to have one, Atlanta is NOT!

Oooooh! My doorbell just rang again! I know it's another package! I'll update later!

I see your schwartz is as big as mine!

I love the movie "Spaceballs". Not only is it hilarious, it brings back so many memories from my childhood. Anyone who grew up in the 80's will agree. Such simple times, they were. I could just recite lines from Spaceballs for hours and it would entertain me and my husband. We're simple people, really. If you've never seen it...well, you need to come out from under that rock you've been living under and rent it. Actually, I think I've seen it in the $5 bin at Walmart. It might be more cost efficient to buy it rather than rent it. Go, search, laugh!