Updates and more….

Crocs

Okay, hubby’s mom got Regan two pairs of (David-ism: GROCS [Generic CROCS]) Croc-knock off’s last year (and I’m perfectly fine with that).  So they were two different sizes and I pulled those out of the closet to see what would work.  Whoo Hoo one of them will suffice for a while.  I’m not sure that we will fit into the 10/11’s this year but we can always just wait!

Bra

Okay, so I blogged about this LAST THURSDAY!  I found out today that seriously nothing has been said to the offending boob person that this pertains to.  Seriously it isn’t my issue, however the person that I talked to about it in the first place advised me today that I needed to see the “purple sweater” and I knew what she was talking about without having to see “them”.  So come to find out, boobs (screw it, boob is a good name) supervisor hadn’t said anything to her because she believes that boob is wearing a bra  (Uhm, remember the headlights are pointed towards the belly button).  The Original Person that I went to originally ended up having a conversation with the Boobs Supervisor that went kind of like this:

OP: “If the headlights are pointed down, the puppies aren’t supported.”
BS: “Well only one person complianed.”
OP: “Actually three people complained”
BS: “Oh….”
OP: “She might be wearing a tank top but…”
BS: “Well, wouldn’t a tank top be considered an under garment?”
OP: “Do you just wear a tank top?”
BS: “No, I will wear one but with a bra under it”
OP: “If I hadn’t happened to see her one day outside after her hours, stripping off the same purple sweater and seeing the tank top, I wouldn’t push so hard, but too many people have brought it up”

Let me just add that BS doesn’t back down from confrontation any other time, so it kind of pisses me off that since there was only one complaint (Why does it matter HOW MANY people notice/complained??) this issue has not been dealt with and followed through on.

Okay, done with my soap box.

Mr. Not-The-Husband

If you haven’t read this you need to.  Hot talks about Mr. Not-The-Husband and I have been telling her that I have one in my neighborhood.  However the interesting twist in our situation is that we used to live 2 stories above ‘Not-The-Husband’ and his wife about 5-6 years ago.  They had 2 children and bought a house further back in the development where we live.  Lately, (in the 2 months) we have noticed that ‘NTH’ is hanging out across the street from us (in a house we call “The Prosti-Tots”).  Seriously, ever since the original owner of that house moved out that house had pheromones that reach ALL.THE.GUYS.IN.A.50.MILE.RADIUS.WITHIN.1.MINUTE.OF.A.GIRL.GETTING.HOME.  I kid you not, the last residence had a teenage daughter and I swear to you on someone’s grave, as their car was coming around the corner, 2 guys were walking toward the house already.  WTF?  Anyway, there is all girls now across the street.  One little girl about10 years old, must be the daughter of the lady that seriously looks no older than 20 years old from across the street.  There seems to always be another 2-3 girls that are staying there with the mother/daughter.  Hubby says that he has seen mother working at Taco Hell Bell, I didn’t know I could make THAT good of money to support 3-4 other people in the house and pay rent/mortgage. 

Hence, “Prosti-Tots”

ANYWAY, ‘NTH’s wife still lives in the neighborhood.  Not sure if they are still together or not as hubby ran into NTH a while back and NTH told hubby that he was doing a lot of “side work”, had another apt and was basically being a DAWG.  I guess prosti-tots and NTH met up, they deserve each other.