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Todays post is brought to you by the number 51 and the letter G.

AT WORK

Last night I had to close at work.  I’m closing 3 nights a week now (except for the weekends I’m off, cause one of my closing nights is Sunday) and I hate closing because so much of it involves cleaning up the crap that has been left behind by hundreds of shoppers in a given day.

One of the first things I had to clean up last night was barrets.  We have recent gotten a barret/hairbow section with our ribbons.  Customers have been asking for such things forever, and now its there.  Of course the first thing they do is trash it.

I counted them.  I often count things when I have to put up lots of them.  It helps ease the tedium….and prove I can count over 10 without using my toes.

Last night I had to pick up 51 packets of barrets/bows and re-hang them.

I don’t know if it was one person who pulled them all off.  A bored child maybe.  Or the work of several customers over the course of the day.  But that was a lot of putting back I had to do!

AT HOME

Do babies come with a warranty?

Do husbands?

Seriously, one or the other of them is going to have to go, because taking care of both of them is starting to make me pull my hair out.

Not really.  I’m not pulling it out, its falling out on its own.  In handfulls.  Its stress related.  It usually only happens around the holidays, when work is killer.

Speaking of the baby…

Parker turned 4 months today.  Okay, he’s probably a little under 4 months seeing as how February is oe of those short ones.  But he was born Nov. 18th, so his month-days are always the 18s for me.

We threw him a surprise party:

And afterward we threw him in a zoo cage full of rabid farm animals.  They have photographic evidence that we’re bad parents, but it was worth it to be on the 6 o’clock news.

PS

In case my subject/title confused you, its in reference to Prince’s song “Raspberry Beret” whose lyrics I’ve always misunderstood.  It’s a funny people, humor me and laugh.

PSS

No farm animals (or babies) were hurt in the process of creating this blog entry.