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Annie had such a touching post today.

Wanna hear my thoughts today. This is why I am not asked to babysit much, I would not ask myself to babysit either.

We went to the post office today. I sell stuff on ebay. I have gotten rid of a few nick nacks and lots of scrap booking crap. I mean crap when I say it. I HATE scrap booking, but it seems to be the Utah National Past time, that and crystal meth. About a year ago I was roped into signing up for a year membership with a local stamping company. It was kind of fun, in the remotest kind of way, and extremely expensive. I have not made up when I spent on the scrapbook crap. But I am nearly rid of it. If I want to make a card, from now on I will be making them on the computer, which I far prefer. I make cute cards.

Gentry and I went to the post office today to send my unwanted stuff to all regions of our country tis of thee. As soon as we walked in the door Gentry walked off and stood by the packaging while I stood in the line to talk to the postal workers. He stood just behind a kiosk and watched me and would not come when I called. I finally went over there and grabbed him and I seriously had to restrain myself from pinching him with my crab pincers. It really crossed my mind. Stop it, I told myself and the thought left my mind. And then returned in the thought of how ’bout a pinch in the bottom, just to show him who is boss. That is me the boss with the white hot pincers. I mean it when I say get over here.

As we were standing in line he turned into the child made of jello. I now had a little jello turd sliding down the side of me. To say I was embarrassed is an understatement. I would pull him back up the side of me and scold him to which his reply would be, “Oh yeah! I am the jello turd and I mean business. See, I am down to your knee again and if you would just let go of my shirt I would be half way across the room. As it is I am wasting a lot of energy running dangling from your arm in mid-air like an excited puppy.”

When we finally made our way to the front desk, the lady offered him a sucker. That was really nice of her. However, couldn’t she see the remains of goldfish and juice on me and him. I mean honestly, how much more hopped up are we trying to get the kid. Just one more sucker wouldn’t hurt right? Maybe not him, but I am sure after about 27 licks he would have chucked it right into the back of my head and it would have been entangled in my hair. If I was now restraining my white hot angry pincers, I don’t know if I could have handled it any longer. I am sure my happy disposition would have been gone for the day as well as the appendages of my child.