The Gumdrops are M.I.A!!!

Hmmmm, not a whole lot to write about today. I was just skimming through some other blogs. Good gravy people are boring!! Not any of you, of course. :)
Does anyone know where I can get some spiced gumdrops? I ended up having to sign up to bring gumdrops to my son's class party. Now I can't seem to find them anywhere. Dang gumdrops! I don't have anything against gumdrops, they just wouldn't have been my first choice. When I went to drop Kyle off at school I noticed they had the sign up sheet hanging. WooHoo! I love doing these things. Only, when I got up to the sheet I noticed the sign up Nazi had gotten there first!! My eyes skimmed down the list and all I saw was Tori....Tori...Tori....Tori...Tori....Tori...over and over. Why? I don't understand why people do that? Do they not realize that there are 14 kids in the class and 14 things to sign up for...??? Someones mommy didn't teach them how to share!! So anyways...I am in the market for some spiced gumdrops.

I have a new best friend. Last night I went to Wal-Mart to do my grocery shopping. It. Was. CROWDED!!! When I got in line there were 7 people in front of me. The women that was standing in the line beside me had a little boy. He was waving at me so I waved back and said "hi." I asked her how old he was. She said he was 17 months. We made small talk, since we had plenty of time....(33 minutes to be precise...that's how long I was in the stinkin' line!) We talked about the weather and Christmas presents and about how much we hated standing in lines. She asked if I had any children and I told her I had 4. Her response (exactly) was "Oh wow! You don't look old enough to have 4 children!" She is my new best friend.

I was looking out the window this morning and noticed a strange car driving VERY slowly around our cul-de-sac. I stood there and watched to see what they were doing. They would drive and pause at the driveway at the end of each house. Hmmmm....What in the world were they doing? They pulled up to the end of my driveway. I could see two men chatting in the front seat. They backed up a little to where my mailbox was and the passenger window rolled down. Ummmm, are they stealing my mail? Be my guest. You're not gonna get anything but bills and maybe a Christmas card or two. The passenger taped a small, rectangular card to my mailbox. I watched as they drove around the court and then up the street....stopping at two other houses and placing the same little white paper on the mailboxes. I waited for them to go out of sight and then went out to see what it was. It was a business card....for a full maintenance lawn service.....specializing in re-mulching and clean-ups. Uhhhhhhh, should I be offended?!?! :)