MindlessChatter

My coworker is turning mumblemumble1ish this week and sent out a gift request list to a few people: Good Morning Everyone, In keeping with our yearly tradition, here is a list of items that I want for my birthday.  Since there are five of you, I expect FIVE DIFFERENT GIFTS!   I'll still be surprised because I won't know which of the 10 gifts listed below I'll be getting.  Woo Hoo! Gifts 1) Christian Louboutin Shoes - Italian size 27 2) Jimmy Choo Shoes - Size 7 3) Manolo Blahnik Shoes - Italian size 27 4) Stuart Weitzman's "Rita Hayworth" Stiletto's 5) Ferragamo Shoes - size 7 6) Chanel Handbag 7) Dolce Gabbana Handbag 8) Prada Handbag 9) Gucci Handbag 10) Louis Vuitton Handbag Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meeeee (because it's always about ME), happy birthday to me!!!!!!  P.S. The above items are ALL located in Beverly Hills on Rodeo Drive.  So no excuse about shipping delays, just a hop, skip & jum

I took BiblioChild1 to the optometrist to updated his prescription and replace his misshapen and scratched glasses.   I’m still not sure how the kid was able to see out of these things as they look like he dropped them on a slice of peperoni pizza, tried to clean the lenses with a tiny Dremel and sat on them in frustration before putting them back on his face.   He was doing a good job working through the various tests, answering the questions from the Doc as best he can. “Which is clearer option 1 or option 2?” “Option 2 or option 3?” “Option 3 or option 4?” “Option 2 or option 3?” Ad nauseam The Doc then pulls out a color test where BiblioChild1 has to identify the number hidden within a bunch of colored dots.   The boy flies through this test with no problem and is starting to get bored.   I did what I normally do to break the monotony and tried to lighten the mood. “I’m not sure if this is relevant or not but BiblioWife has been telling me for years that I’m color blind.” The D