singing cookie jars
For those of you who found my blog by a Google search on singing cookie jars, here is another installment.
For those who just want to read about the latest craziness in my life, this too is another chapter in "How crazy can she get?"
Today I just realized that there are no singing cookie jars in the store this year!
Christmas is coming without the singing chocolate kiss, the sponge bob who is almost rude, the policeman who keeps track of your cookie intake. Why they don't even have the lighthouse and its' fog horn!
How can this be? It just is not fair! I had to put up with all that noise for 3 Christmases and the first year I am in furniture what happens? No singing cookie jars. Not a peep out of that whole department.
Here I was all primed up to watch Brian go slowly insane over the kung foo fighter cookie jar or make quips about his supply of "kisses".
I feel so cheated.
This year domestics got some weird stuffed thing with eyes and it goes "boing" when you hit it but it just isn't the same.
I was hoping to get some sense of 'AHA" it's not me this year. But the air has been deflated out of my balloon.
The inhumanity the injustice, ok I will get over this.
— Kareen
Fri, Dec 15