End of the work week....

YEEEAAAHHHHHHH!!!! It is going to be the weekend. Go shopping(grocery, ugh), watch some football(commercials!!!) and hang out with the family. ***content sigh***
Update on Little Monkey and Potty~~~~~~
Little Monkey is really getting the hang of this potty thing, and I am so so so proud and happy for him. We told him if he goes 7 days without making a mess, we would get him a special suprise. Well, I guess this weekend we will have to pick it out, because he has goine for 3 days, and 7 days is coming fast.

All of you that know me personally know that I am the biggest klutz in the world. It's ok, I have embraced it. HAHA. So, Mr. Handsome of all people know this. He watches me hurt myself on a weekly basis, and still doesn't realize it is one of my biggest faults....well, he probably does but does not say it out loud. I have embraced it, but don't want to acknowledge it.
Anyways, Mr. handsome tries to get me to help him move the computer desk to Little Monkey's old room. No problem. it wasn't heavy or anything. The bad part was HE KEPT THE COMPUTER ON IT!!! Come on? Are you kidding me? That is just asking for it. So, I keep my mouth shut because i know i would get the look of "I am man. Hear my words. they are right." from Mr. Handsome. I just help him move it. Well, I am so worried about hurting the darn computer, that i really wasn't paying attention to where i was going. So of course, right when we get the desk into the bedroom, it slips, my end gets caught on the carpet, Mr. Handsome does not realize it is stuck so he keeps on going, and "SNAP!" There goes the end of my desk. It literally broke in two. Thats what we get for buying at walmart at 45 dollars. haha.
So at 830 at night on a Wed. I, because I feel guilty for breaking it, head to target and buy a new desk. It is much better and I really love it.
And that leads me to my second tale.
On the way into Target, i was speaking with my mama, (had to tell her the funny breaking of the computer desk story) and i get the crap scared out of me. I get out of the car and I am gabbing away...all of a sudden, I hear a yell of "HEY!". My heart drops down to my stomach and I go tense...I look around my shoulder and there is a man reaching for me. A big man. OH MY GOSH!!! I really thought he was going to do something...then he has the gall to say "Im not from around here and I have my family in the car, and we have no money for gas...do you have any change?" OK. Now here is where i get a little upset. I tell him i don't have any cash, which i don't, and i walk away. IS THIS MAN SERIOUSLY GOING TO THINK IM GOING TO GIVE IT TO HIM ANYWAYS? First off, you just scared about 10 years off of my life, and don't you know not to come up to single women by them self in a dark parking lot? really? I felt bad after a little bit.... I mean, I'm not that unfeeling, but he just went it about the wrong way, plus i really didn't have any cash so what could i have done? I think God would understand, as I gave a guy in the walmart parking lot a few weeks ago who did the exact same thing a 10 dollar bill. So there, I really am compassionate. Just don't scare me!