Wheeeeeeee!...Crash!
We made our own Angry Birds set up for Alex's family birthday party. I remember trying to spray paint a huge refrigerator box with spray paint for his 2nd birthday. It took way too much spray paint.
So instead of spray paint, I bought reject wall paint from Home Depot. It was cheaper than the cost of spray paint, and while a little more time consuming, did the job with one coat.
We found green and red balls at the 4th Wal-Mart we visited. I think even Alex realizes how thankful he should be that we always go to Target instead of Wal-Mart. Even in Southlake, Texas where the money floweth over, there were some weridos at Wal-Mart. I guess it's barely in Southlake, more in Colleyville, but whatever...
"Can you believe this huge card is only $3.00?!" shouted a woman checking out before us as she grabbed a candy bar from the display and started eating it.
The Valentine's Day card was the size of a folded poster board and yes, I judged the hell out of her. She was a grown ass woman. You clearly cannot mail that card. And how much do you plan on writing? Get it together! Even Alex, who pays attention to nothing, was giving her his full attention with a dubious look. Her tween daughter looked mortified.
Then we just drew on some faces and went to town playing live action Angry Birds. (LAAB)
I tried to make a cake on his birthday, which was really just another Pinterest fail. The number 4 came out okay, but again, the cake was too fresh and (*gulp) moist (*whispered) to ice correctly. At the grocery store, I let Alex pick the flavor of cake he wanted. He of course went for chocolate. In my mind, I said, "It's his birthday, let him pick, you terrible person." Then I casually said, "Alex, I'm just going to tell you something that you can choose to think about or not. You're the only person in the family who likes chocolate cake. May I suggest yellow cake with chocolate icing?"
I got a dirty look from two different women in the same aisle.
"Okay, you want chocolate? It's your birthday, let's get it!"
Alex doesn't really like cake anyway. I ended up throwing away majority of the cake. (Sorry school peeps. I should have brought it to you...)
We let the professionals make the cake for the family. (And yes, that cake is white cake.)
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Crash!
Hopefully we made up for Christmas!
So instead of spray paint, I bought reject wall paint from Home Depot. It was cheaper than the cost of spray paint, and while a little more time consuming, did the job with one coat.
We found green and red balls at the 4th Wal-Mart we visited. I think even Alex realizes how thankful he should be that we always go to Target instead of Wal-Mart. Even in Southlake, Texas where the money floweth over, there were some weridos at Wal-Mart. I guess it's barely in Southlake, more in Colleyville, but whatever...
"Can you believe this huge card is only $3.00?!" shouted a woman checking out before us as she grabbed a candy bar from the display and started eating it.
The Valentine's Day card was the size of a folded poster board and yes, I judged the hell out of her. She was a grown ass woman. You clearly cannot mail that card. And how much do you plan on writing? Get it together! Even Alex, who pays attention to nothing, was giving her his full attention with a dubious look. Her tween daughter looked mortified.
Then we just drew on some faces and went to town playing live action Angry Birds. (LAAB)
I tried to make a cake on his birthday, which was really just another Pinterest fail. The number 4 came out okay, but again, the cake was too fresh and (*gulp) moist (*whispered) to ice correctly. At the grocery store, I let Alex pick the flavor of cake he wanted. He of course went for chocolate. In my mind, I said, "It's his birthday, let him pick, you terrible person." Then I casually said, "Alex, I'm just going to tell you something that you can choose to think about or not. You're the only person in the family who likes chocolate cake. May I suggest yellow cake with chocolate icing?"
I got a dirty look from two different women in the same aisle.
"Okay, you want chocolate? It's your birthday, let's get it!"
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Crash!
Hopefully we made up for Christmas!
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