Wednesday, October 28, 2009

My Kids Went to Boston and All I Got Was This Lousy Blog Post

I'm still so angry with my kids for going to New England without me. I try to invite myself with my kids (and their friends) on nearly every trip they go on (not to mention I invite myself to their parties too) but I just could not successfully invite myself on their latest trip. I am still so biting upset that they went without me because everyone knows how I would have loved to have gone. I won't be speaking to them for awhile (until the next trip I can invite myself on).


I love fresh maple syrup! Especially fresh maple syrup in Vermont. How dare they!


I would have loved to have gone to New Hampshire. I've never been there. I'll probably never get to go either. Thanks a lot.


I've always wanted to go to Sharon, Vermont and of course this is the week my kids picked to go. Without me. And they knew I've always wanted to go here. I bet I never get here either.


The Freedom Trail sounded so fun to me. I am such a fun traveler and walking partner. I would have run circles around these guys. But no, I wasn't invited.


Why can't I go to Maine? Maine would love to have me.


This could have been the trip that bonded Kate and me so she wouldn't have any more crying fits when I walked into a room with her. But that didn't happen either.
I just wish that someone would've taken me to New England because they knew how much I have always wanted to see the fall leaves and all the great authors' birth and resting places. I wish my kids cared about me enough to wait for me to be able to come.
Hmph.

Ode to Halloween Candy

I love Halloween because it is mini boxes of Junior Mints time! I buy several bags a week and slowly eat box by box until they're gone and I have to run to the Neighborhood Wal-Mart for more. I have a "secret" hiding place (in the freezer or in the cupboard above the cutting board) where I hide my stash from my kids. It's been just me (and sometimes the kids) eating these because Steve is still on his no-sugar diet. I love you, Junior Mints! (Even more than chocolate-covered frozen bananas at Disneyland.)

Ooey-gooey minty deliciousness.

If you eat them in these tiny boxes then the calories don't count.



I wish I could find a giant basket full of Junior Mints on my doorstep one of these days. Hint.


I am the greatest patron of Junior Mints ever!