What Does $170.27 Get You?

A great weekend. With my bestest in Woodbridge. Known to the blogosphere as Mommy McD. And her 2 gremlins/trolls/pieces of adorability. And her vehicularly magnetic husband. And a whole bottle of red wine. And that was just Friday night. Money well spent. Let's do it again.

But first, a trip sponsored by the Five Guys Corporate Hummer. Sorry dad for hanging up on you so quickly. But look at that precision photo taking ability. All while going 75. I mean 70. I mean the speed limit. Superb. And I did call you right back. So no complainsies, right?

First stop, well, Saturday morning after ditching Husband 1.0 at home with Offspring #1 and #2 for...pedis! Oh please. Yes, please. It's been forever. Like Spring Break. I know! Too long. And while it wasn't Perfect Nail, May I Help You? (inside family joke!), it was still Asian. "You want raza (razor)?" Umm, sure? So I had my feet razored. Apparently my calluses were a bit much. I was slightly offended. Slightly humored. And slightly embarrassed. But whatever. They're just jealous. My eyes are bigger. (Too much?)

Price tag: $37.00

Then we hit up Target. Yay! It's been forever since I've gone shopping with a girl. Usually it's me and my .45 in the ghetto surrounding Norfolk. This time it was suburban Target; white picket fences, 2.5 children, with a dog and a yard Target. Muuuuuch better.

So after 2 rounds of trying things on (I'm still on a mission of increasing Corporate Wardrobe, so this shopping trip fell in that category), I was successful in purchasing 5 tops, 2 sweater vests, some 'roos (underwear for the laymen), and awesome argyle socks.

But one thing couldn't be left at the store. This fabulous pencil skirt. How Joanie is this?? Green tweed. I mean, seriously! This just screams 1960s. If only I had a wiglette to rock. And I didn't even have to pay for it! Mommy McD demanded it be my birthday present. Oh, okay, twist my arm. I'll take it. Happily. And now that I think about it, we still need to do our photo shoot with your birthday present. Next time. Okay?

Total cost: $133.27.

But onto the good stuff. The McD household. 2 boys, under 4. The means of my nickname "Aunt Bop." The reason I sleep so soundly when I visit (I'm tired!).

I've known B-Rox since he was -5 months. And Kenny was a Buddha Baby that I've grown to love. Put them together. It's fun. It's hysteria. It's Aunt Bop crawling around at their level of the world documenting the crap they do to their parents (Mommy and Daddy McD).

No, really, the crap they do. Like tie strings all over the door handle to where Mommy McD has to cut it off. How? I don't know. They're little McGyvers, I tell ya.

And look at this little man and his awesome pajamas. Let's not forget those killer slippers. They're baseball hats. One day he'll know that he wore the slippers of the Back-to-Back National Championships Oregon State Beavers. One day.

This is Kenny tilting his head in a quizzical manner. Anyone not falling in love yet?

And I dare anyone to try taking emo shots with wound-up toddlers. It's hard. Especially when they're all grabbing for the camera. But this'll have to work. Because I don't know if I could wrangle them again. But I'll accept monetary donations to fuel another trip to attempt.

And they wanted me to take a picture with the Moose. I named it Sarah Palin.

And I leave you with a taste of the boys in actions. And they were calm.

Mommy McD, I'll check my calendar and let you know. I need another trip.