Well pooh...

So this trip to Chicago almost wasn't a horrible thing... I THOUGHT I'd gotten a new pair of boots. Of course, something had to go wrong. It's my fate. The stupid old man at the A/N Surplus store got the wrong box for my new boots- and accidentally gave me only ONE of the boots from my new pair... and one from a mens pair about two sizes larger (or so it looks to be). Pooh. I wanted to wear them this week. Start breaking them in. Gah. Annoyances upon annoyances. Why does the universe hate me so?

Quotes from this Wasik X-Maz:
Terri-Katherine (7 years)to my Father: "Are you Jim? This is for you and your wife!"
Kevin (2 years) when asked "What is it Kevin? What did you get?": "It's one of these"
Santa, looking at wrapping paper of children making snow angels: "What's with all the dead kids on the packages?"

*sigh* Only in our family...