Remember how I mentioned last week about the cool Skylanders game? Stores cannot keep those characters in stock. At all. I’ve been stalking all the stores online (and calling) to keep checking for new figures. I missed out on Target’s latest delivery yesterday – they apparently had them on the shelves by the time the store opened at 8am, and were sold out by 10am.
If I knew for sure they were getting some on a truck on their next delivery, I’d be waiting at the doors for them to open at 8am. But they never seem to know. There are accusations flying all about the internet that the employees at the stores that carry them are hoarding them to sell on Amazon, eBay, and other outlets for insane resale prices (a $7.99 figure for $87.00 or a $19.99 three-pack for $150.00? I don’t think so, homey).
I did luck out and found a few at Best Buy, but since I was sending the hubby to pick them up on his way to work, I decided to pay for them online. Except they don’t let you pick specifically which characters you get, so I bought the three individual ones and 2 three-pack ones they said they had over the phone.
Turned out the three individual figures were duplicated in the 3-pack figures I got, so I planned on returning them for a refund. Rolex apparently had other ideas.
The dork dog decided they looked like fun to chew on, so he chewed 2 of the 3 which of course negated the return factor. He only chewed the packaging, though – luckily his little pointy teeth didn’t touch the important part like the figures themselves or the cards, stickers and internet code they come with. I’ll just have to list them on eBay with the sad story of the shredder dog’s work and cross my fingers someone will feel sorry for me and buy them.
Speaking of feeling sorry for me, what’s up with the weather? We’re once again having Seattle weather while my family and friends are complaining about the snowy (aka PA weather) they’re having in Seattle. Princess Nagger is really bummed, instead of getting the up-to-six-inches of snow the Seattle area is looking at, we’ll be in 50-degree weather with rain all day today (after lows in the teens and highs in the mid-30’s all weekend). She thinks they should have a rain day at school since they’re missing out on snow days.
I keep hoping for one good snowstorm – just one is all I need. I’ve been putting off doing the final stage of my champagne batch, because I was hoping that Mother Nature would help me out with at least 4 to 6-inches of snow. That way I wouldn’t have to make an ice slurry to do the disgorging (freezing the neck of the bottle where the sediment has been riddled to, then open the bottle to let the ice capsule of sediment shoot out [without losing too much of the remaining champagne in the bottle] topping it off with a dosage mix, then cork it, wire and and foil it).
Since I have 30 bottles to finish, it would be nice to be able to do them all at once rather than 4 to 6 at a time. I could just stick the bottles upside down in a snow bank and let Mother Nature do the freezing part. It would go much faster than using a bucket with an ice slurry you can only put a few bottles at a time in, and I don’t have enough buckets to do 30 bottles at the same time. I’ve got the whole corking part down like a science, so it would be nice to not have to start, stop, and start again.
Even ice winemakers are lamenting the mild winter which has cut down their ice grape crops, meaning iced wine will be limited this year (and probably end up at a premium price).
C’mon Mother Nature – send me some snow!
In other news… I’ve decided that it’s time to teach Little Dude to pee like a real boy. When he came to us he was potty trained, but when he pees he sits on the toilet and pushes his little wiener down between his legs and pees like a girl. That was working fine initially (no random pee to clean up around the toilet), but lately he’s taken a fascination to sticking his hand in the pee stream. I know, I’m right there with you on the resounding ewwwwwww.
The other night he was sitting on the toilet for his final potty session before bed while I sat on the floor in front of him (waiting patiently to help him finish getting his jammies on [which he can do just fine, but if I help him that makes that process go faster]) he was chatting away when suddenly I saw a pee stream headed right towards me.
I did what any normal person would do – screamed like a girl and bolted out of the way. It just missed me, but he doused the floor, the side of his suitcase (that I haven’t fully unpacked from our vacation yet), and my PJ’s I had sitting out for me to don later. Poor thing melted into tears and kept saying he was sorry, I gave him an awkward hug while he still sat perched on the toilet and helped him clean himself off with baby wipes before tackling the puddle on the floor. I’ve nominated the hubby to teach him how to pee like a real boy, for obvious reasons.
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