Here are the things people were searching for thankfulness for:

1) thankful for memories of you

2) what are moms thankful for

3)  why i am thankful for my mom

4) “thankful for my friend”

5) why i’m thankful for my daddy

6) day of thankful

7) thankful for my mom

i’m thankful for a friend like her

9) thankful in hard times

10) joke being thankful

How to cut split ends pictures for the love of God, just go to the hair salon already!!!  And stop searching for split ends in google. (I got an abundance of hits off people searching some sort of “split end” search term)

Love bugs No I actually don’t like bugs

4 Things about me…I am a female, a mom, a wife and a sister – there ya go, 4 things about me! Want more, read my “About me” or my “4 Things about me Meme”

Hair spray products – long hair- men…I like spray gel but have no clue about men’s products

to start your morning good morning to you…And a top o’ the morning to you too!

birthday wish…I can’t tell you my birhtday wish or it won’t come true, plus my birthday was last month and I don’t remember what I wished for so I guess I’ll never know if my wish comes true.

small chainsaw on sale…Really? don’t tell hbbie…he’ll want to buy it!

my boobs…are GInormous…not really…but it’s fun to dream

“peaks island”…I love that place…it’s the bestest on earth

mommy feet…if you’re talking about my mom’s feet they are smelly (sorry mom, it’s true, if you’re talkinga bout mine, they’re smalland wide and if I wear flip flops they too can stink!

split ends…just stop already 

kidz lil foot…why kids with a z at the end?

post your sister…okay? where am I posting my sister? on a billboard? 

when a guy is nice and mean…one or the other please…not both…that would be multiple personality disorder

so many split ends…STOP IT!!!

split ends pictures…for all things good…GO GET YOUR HAIR CUT ALREADY

views of dogs licking cloisters…ummm okay whatever!!!

how to start your morning…i don’t advise you start it how I started my halloween morning!

boob suckers…is this the same as referring to a nasal aspirator as a snot sucker? do I now call my child a boob sucker instead of Li’l Foot?

boob weighing…I’ve never weighed my boobs.  How would one go about getting an accurate reading on that?  Should I lay down on the bathroom floor and plop those suckers up on the scale or just use the kitchen scale (No, I don’t actually have one of those!)  but now I’m kind of curious!

foot de daddy…am I to assume “de” is spanish for “of” so it shouldread foot of daddy?  Li’l Foot’s daddy’s feet could scoop up small children with the talons for toes he’s got…but I’d be more scared of these to be honest.

Yankee Candle….mmmmmmmmmmm…the aroma’s I can smell in my mind

high school songs boom dynamite…We’re tick tick tick tick tick BOOM DYNAMITE…BOOM BOOM DYNAMITE!

lil foot mommy…yup that’s me!

god mother and Christmas…I love my Godmother and Christmas…they just go together…and she makes such pretty bows on her packages!!!

rock suckers…ummm…snails…that would be snails!!!  Or barnacles!

winnie foots…no idea on this one…sorry!

“to zip up”…make sure you do zip up your fly after going to the bathroom!

breastfeeding and lobster…I do not recommend seeing if a lobster claw on a live lobster would “latch on” to your boob however, eating lobster while breastfeeding is safe…at the same time even”take full responsibility if no”

kohl’s electric lap blanket…aren’t electric blankets so yesterday?  It makes me sweat just thinking about it!

how to get your morning started…wake up!

godmother ornaments…my godmother has the nicest collection of ornaments ever!

twin brother birthday verse…I don’t have a twin brother

tampon period…this is a little personal…I think I’ll let you hash this one out on your own

i love my godmother…yes yes I do!

car takes long to start in mornings…not my car, but i hope to get the auto start installed this winter, maybe around Christmas (hint hint hubbie…oh that’s right you don’t read this…nevermind!)

nephew sucking feet of aunty…IEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!

boob sucker photos…here’s one

“refrigerator under my desk”…mine went caput a couple months back and my desk life hasn’t been the same since.

what does “no green” mean on a prenatal…sorry, no idea!

ear infection and rash…ugh that’s the pits

I prayer – true story…yes, prayer, true story

foot stats…mine are  9 inches long and 4 inches wide

unexplainable phenomenon…i have several which one would you like to hear about?

denmead…wha’td you call me?

godmother christmas presents…any suggestions for this year, cuz I have no idea what to get her.  what do you get the godmother who has everything?

my laptop fell a foot from my bed…could’ve been worse, it could’ve fell on your foot next to your bed?

boob suckers…oh with the boob suckers again..sheesh!

i’ll have you know…have me know what?…that you love reading my blog?

“inside the costume” zipped…is this like a “unplugged” type phrase

video camera for baby…lil foot will not get a video camera!

ground zero…pray for all those people!= and their families!

poems about big brothers and little sister…we don’t have a poem my brother and I…we just really like that Always remember me with smiles na dlaughter because that’s the way I remember you poem!

hold my hand daddy…awwwww…I melt!

fox lane high school mascot….uhhhh…the FOX?  duh!!!

age moonshine…I won’t divulge Moonshine’s age…it’s not for me to say!

cd binder or jewel case poll…neither…throw the whole thing out and just put your CDs in abinders (I’m still waiting for Moonshine to come over and alphabetize my binder…call my secretary to schedule that?)

playtex drop in daycare…the playtex drop ins have been giving us problems recently

redeem soda pull tabs for money…just don’t even go there!!!

panoramic nyc…like the picture I took at Ground Zero?

GET LI…?

placenta head…ugh…this was one of th worst symptoms of pregnancy

stinky flip flops…ICK…I so feel your pain on this one…nothing worse than those stinky things…but they are so comfy

big foot’s butt…that must be a site, but i can honestly say i’ve never seen big foot’s butt!  but I’ve seen li’l foot’s butt and OMG it is so cute!!!

dancing baby video…That’s a great video right?

ridiculous company holiday party…don’t get me started…just read my other post from today!

PICTURE OF SPLIT ENDS…it’s not bad enough that i get a zillion hits for split ends now they have to CAPITALIZE IT?  UGH!

my mom is my rock…Yes she is!

foot tonite…hand tomorrow?

things that make me happy…many many many things make me happy!  the list is too long!  Perhaps next NaBloPoMo I can elaborate!

eagle’s nest brewer maine…BEST. LOBSTAH. ROLLS. EVAH.

he is my sibling…this guy, right here in this pic is my sibling!!

L-cup bra…wouldn’t know anything about that…lucky if I’m a C when I’m not breastfeeding

locks of love split ends…okay I’ll give them this one…just so you know you can still donate your hair no matter how many split ends you have

letters for the guy you like…they are all in a notebook at home that we share and write back and forth to each other in.

split ends arm hair…OH FOR THE LOVE…SERIOUSLY?  Shave your arms!!!

snail figurines…I have many many many sanil figurines!!!

what can you take when your sick and pregnant…depends on the sickness!

coughing fit…the worst are the ones that startle you awake in the middle fo the night

big tatas (Also big tata’s, big tata,s)…and the number one search term that google sends people to my blog for is this search term “big tatas” in any number of ways you can type it.  I’m serious…go do it…go google it…you know you want to…I’ll wait…

I get at least…AT LEAST an average of 30 hits a day from this one post.  I’ve gotten 398 hits alone on that post.  That post has pushed me to the top of the google list when you do the search.  And you know the googlers searching are completely disappointed and probably only stay on my site for maybe..MAAAAAAAAYBE point 2 seconds once they see it’s a silly conversation between me and moonshine and not some X-rated porn site offering full frontal views of some random woman’s breast.  So this is my claim to fame as a blogger…isn’t that fantastic?

Okay so that was November’s search terms.  Oy vey…if this keeps up I’m gonna have to just be a bit more selective on the ones I comment about.  No duplicate ones from here on out.  But I’m still amused about my blog being at the top of googles list if you google search “big tatas”.  Cracks. Me. Up.

Here’s looking at you December google cearchers!!!  Come up wtih some new material!

Actually I posted more than 30 but who’s counting!!! Either way I’m still excited about it!  And I’m bragging about it, so what?

Ohhhhh…don’t forget your purse…or your hat!!!  Here I’ll hand them to you!!!  Here ya go!!!  Oh no worries, it’s really no problem, I’m glad to help you collect your belongings!!! 

There…okay…now that you’ve moved over and made some room, please to introduced you to our NEW fresh-out-of-the-box Mr. Herman Dishwasher and Mrs. Microwave Convection-Oven (look at Mrs. Convection-Oven getting all modern hyphenating her last name…isn’t she so independent and cute?)

I shouldn’t forget to credit our friend WiNy for working for GE and getting us the friends and family discount on these shiny new and OMG I love them appliances!!!  They arrived the week before last and how hard was it to have them sit in our front foyer in boxes while we slaved cleaning dishes by hand on Thanksgiving…it was TORTURE people…sheer torture!!!  But now they are all happy and installed in there new rightful places in our home and I am so excited.  Can ya tell?  You HAVE. NO. IDEA.  Truly no idea how much I’ve wanted Mr Dishwasher in my life.  Okay, so he’s a little small, but it’s not what’s on the outside that counts, it’s what he can do ont he INSIDE that truly makes him a special special friend!!!  He makes me happy.  Mrs. Convection Oven is really the hubbie’s new toy as he does the most cooking.  Oh but how he cursed that she was still in the box on Thanksgiving day and his sweet potatoes weren’t ready when the rest of dinner was ready because she wasn’t installed yet. (Which reminds me I really should write up my Thanksgiving and Boston recaps soon, huh?)

But right now, this post is all about our new GE products!  Do you like them?  We love them.  I’m stopping at the store for some dishwasher detergent tonight and I’m gonna make a lot of dishes and put Mr. Dishwasher to the test.  I’ve never had to buy dishwasher detergent before, anyone have any suggestions? Please? Oh, don’t be bitter because you’re not our bestest friends anymore…we still love you it’s just you don’t clean my dishes or cook my food for me (usually) and those are very important qualities in determining best friend status dontcha know!!!

I grew up with a dishwasher, God I hated loading and emptying that thing, but NOW/ In stark contrast to having had to clean dishes since hubbie and I moved in together in 2002…a whole 5 + years!!!…I’ve learned to appreciate the loading and unloading of a dishwasher.  Think you’ve got it bad loading or unloading the dishwasher?  Clean 5 hundred and eleventy thousand dishes over the course of 5 + years…you’ll be thankful for that dishwasher!!! A new found respect I tell ya.  (Sorry I gave you all those problems about loading and unloading when I was growing up mom!)  Shoulda just made me wash them by hand for a week and I woulda changed my attitude. (Remind me to do this when Li’l Foot gives me guff about loading and unloading Herman the dishwasher okay?)  So anyway, hubbie has never had a dishwasher…EVER!  We had one in the second apartment we lived in but it never worked so it doesn’t count.  Hubbie is totally accustomed to washing dishes by hand…iew!!!

Last night when I got home, the appliances were all installed and gleaming (thank you David!).  We had dinner and then I went to put my dish in the dishwasher.  I then proceeded to clear of fthe F#@$%ing drain board (i hate those things) so that I could toss it out and hubbie says “what do you think you’re doing?” I said, “I’m getting rid of this thing, we have a dishwasher now, we don’t need this anymore”, he totally fought me on it saying, what if you have one dish to clean, you’re just going to put that one dish in the dishwasher and wait for the dishwasher to fill up and the plates to be gone before you run it?” Uh…yeah!!!! DUH!   He then proceeded to tell me we didn’t have detergent and within seconds hubbie was standing over the sink washing dishes. bwa ha ha ha ha!!!  Hell if I was gonna wash them…that’s what Herman is for!!!

I can see this is going to take a little getting used to for hubbie.  Poor guy has had 37 years of dishwashing…that puts my 5 + to shame doesn’t it?

So? Dishwasher detergent recommendations pleazkthnx!!!

A note about the thankful posting? I noticed on many other sites I read who also were part of the 30 days of thanks group that they posted short one liners at the end of their daily posts for the things they were thankful for…It didn’t even occur to me to post my thankfulness that way.  I wrote entire posts for the entire month of things I was thankful for.  Maybe I should’ve done it the other way, but I’m glad I did it the way I did because it really made me think about the people in my life I am thankful for and memories I have with them.  So for that I’m thankful I did the thankful posts the way I did.

Posting about the people in my life, my friends, my family really brought my sentimental side out of the attic, made me dust that old sentiment off and make nice with it and remember how much I am a sap at heart.  Lately I’ve been feeling like working in the city has made me hard, tough, desensitized.  I’ve had a few run ins on the street with really rude pedestrians and it has made me lash back at them.  And that’s just not me.  Not who I want to be.  I hate that I lashed back, but in the city you have to be tough and fight back.  I have to be thankful I have a job but I don’t have to like what the city does to a person.  I was there when the towers fell, I saw the 2nd plane hit, I saw both towers fall and I saw how New Yorkers became less hard afterwards…on the trains, on the streets, everywhere they were nice (generally nice enough).  And for that 5 minutes that NYers had some sort of respect and and compassion for their fellow human I could live with that.  What’s that you say?  You ask what’s the but?  Well, but of course, there’s always a but…duh!  But I’ve also seen NYers forget their manners.  The initial we-all-need-to-coexist-and-unite sting wore off within moments of 9/11 and NYers are back to their old ways.  People don’t hold doors for anyone anymore, people push, people curse at one another, people in any way you can imagine are rude and mean.  Mean people suck! Make a note of it.

WOW…holy tangent I just went off on.  Can you tell I have bigger thjings on my mind.  Those things may mean removing myself from the mean people, I can’t elaborate right now…draw whatever conclusion you wish at this point.  Further details will follow.

Anyway, as I was saying, I can’t thank NaBloPoMo and the 30 days of Thanks group enough for this opportunity.  It really made me think each and every day this month about what I am most thankful for, the people in my life.  I know I didn’t get to everyone in my life that I am thankful for (I merely scratched the surface), but I have a solution to that and it involves you…yes you, sitting there all comfy with that cup of coffee or white mocha (hi MP) or that well deserved glass of wine, or that loooooooooong neck bottle of something sudsy after this loooooongest week after a holiday ever!  I have come to the decision to continue working the thankful aspect.  From here on out Thursdays (in memory of Thanksgiving being on a Thursday) will be my Thankful post day. Every Thursday from here on out I will focus on what makes me thankful in my life.  And how does that effect you…my fabulous reader(s)?  Well, each Thursday you will have the opportunity to join me and tell me what you’re thankful for in your life in my comments section…and on top of that you have the opportunity to ask me throughout the week what I am specifically thankful for such as “What boyfriend that I’ve dated am I thankful I didn’t wind up with?” or “What childhood memory am I thankful I have remembered?” or you know something like those.  Anything you want to know, I’ll write about it.  I can’t imagine/wait to hear what you all come up with.  But I really love the idea of dragging you into giving you the opportunity to get in touch with your inner thankfulness by commenting on Thursdays to tell me.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?  Maybe we should practice so we’re ready for next week?  So go ahead, don’t be shy, dig deep and leave a comment telling me what you are thankful for.  I can’t wait to hear what you’ve got.

So that is what I am thankful for.  I am thankful for NaBloPoMo and the 30 days of Thanks group and being able to get back in touch with my sensitive side.  In the words of Ty Pennington, I guess there’s just one last thing to say Welcome Home sensitivity, welcome home….and…Thank you NaBloPoMo, Thank you!!!!

I HEART NaBloPoMo!

So last I left you this stupid party was taking place on the 15th of December, and it was going to take place at one of two places, the Polish hsiloP Community ytinummoC Center retneC and this Italian restaurant, either way both of those places are plagued with Yonkers political knuckleheads.  They both had the date open and it was just a matter of deciding which one would be cheaper (way to treat your employees to a night out hubbie’s company…nice…spare no expense).  So now it’s set, this shindig will take place at the land of backwards…a.k.a. The Polish Community Center.  Wheeeeeee!  Woopdedooo!  Making fun is permissable…I know you readers have got it in you to poke fun…I expect it at least from Pocklock, because hey she warned she would, so take your best shot.

So now the saga continues.  And now it gets personal.  Hubbie’s coworkers over the course of the past week have come up with this brilliant stupid idea to have a sleep over get rooms at a local hotel that night. And O.M.G. hubbie wants to do it.  He thinks it’s a good idea because the party ends late and then no one really goes home right after, they all go to the bar after so that the politicians and bosses can buy them more drinks.  Okay, while they will be drinking and it does make sense so that all they have to do is take a cab over to the hotel if need be, I won’t be getting my drink on (much) because I’m still breastfeeding, and holy cow, I just realized, I’ll have to bring my pump so I can dump the tanks, because I’ll be away from Li’l Foot overnight…waaaahhhhhhhhhh (accepting babysitter registration forms now).  There was talk about doing this last year but no one followed through, but this year? THIS YEAR…they’re serious about it.  They’ve called the Royal Regency and found out they have plenty of room.  Great…just great!  And I have to go, unfortunately there’s no way out of this one…I’ve gotta support hubbie and he “says” they’ll ask about me if I don’t go.

I think this whole scenario may rival my own company department party which is to go bowling…but I’m not sure…it’s close…real close!!!  How cheesy can we get?  Is this what it comes down to?  A battle of the bad holiday parties? Really?  Why can’t we work for normal companies?

My sister LadyBug married HoJo.  HoJo is really a cool guy.  He is musically talented and I love that almost every Christmas there is a new CD in my stocking of his band’s latest Jazz Jamming session.  I love the memories I have of HoJo taking part in our Christmas festivities.  Different families celebrate to different degrees and I guess HoJo’s family just wasn’t as celebratory as ours is (neither was/is my hubbie’s).  In Christmas’ past when we didn’t have as many children, we would all stay at my mom’s house Christmas Eve and wake up Christmas morning together and really go to town on the gifts.  HoJo was always so surprised and appreciative of the thoughtfulness of the gifts he recieved from every member of our family.  Watching him open gifts was like watching a kid open gifts. It really was fun to watch!

My SIL and I are really more like sisters.  She and I have always clicked.  I posted a birthday post for her back in September which was kind of a post that I went on and on about how thankful I was for her so I’ll try and make this not repeat myself.  I couldn’t ask for a sweeter SIL…she really is an nice addition to our family.  I am thankful for the fact that she (and my brother) were there to witness and be a part (and snap the pictures) of hubbie’s proposal to me while we were visitng them in Hawaii.  I will never forget hikin at PoliPoli and coming to that clearing overlooking the ocean where we were above the clouds and then camping out that night and then going bike riding the following morning and the massive digger I took over the handbars while I was turning that corner going at mach speeds about as slow as a snail.  Only I could do that!

And last but not least, I am thankful for my southernsis’ H2 (short for husband #2). I’ve had much less time to get to know him than the others…he’s the newest member of the family.  But I am thankful he is so good with my sister and my nieces.  I am thankful he takes good care of them while they live so far away from me and our family.  I love that he makes sure he has some wine on hand for my mom when she comes to visit.  I love that he goes out of his way to cook us a Boston Butt when we come to visit or when he comes here to visit.  He is a good guy.  And he cares about our family so in my book…he’s a’ight!!!!  I am also thankful he was able to help hubbie build our front wall.

FYI…as the nieces and nephews get younger and younger it is increasingly difficult to write about close moments I’ve had with them since they don’t all live near me.  But I’m putting my best foot forward and forging ahead.  A post for everyone and everyone has a post, right? Right!  So here goes!

Brizzy is the little sister you read about on Monday in my post about G-man.  She also happens to be my Goddaughter.  Yes I am blessed to have both the brother and the sister as my Godchildren.  Brizzy is so adorable and cute and those little curls on her head kill me!!!  I’ll never forget the day my sister went into labor with her.  And where I was when my mom called to tell me they were driving to the hospital and going into labor and delivery.  I was walking to my car from the train.  Literally!  No, LITERALLY by the time I. got. home. from driving home from the train station which was all of about a 20 minute drive, my sister had already had Brizzy.  Craziness, pure craziness.  God bless them both!!!

When I went out to my sister’s house that following weekend, and I held my new little niece for the first time and she was so little and quiet and peaceful and little…I cried.  She was adorable.

Brizzy took a special liking to our dog Guinness and it was awesome that by her 1st birthday (last December) she was signing “dog” whenever someone even mentioned Guinness in front of her.

My favoritest moment with Brizzy comes to you straight from this precise picture.  That truly was the first time I have ever been able to make my niece smile like that and it brought a little tear to my eye when it happened.  I mean, who can resist that smile and that face.  And how sweet and cute and adorable are Brizzy and G-man together.  They are wonderful siblings and so lucky to have each other.  That day we went apple picking was such a great day.  It rained, but so what, it was so much fun to see them climb in the trees..oh okay, I put Brizzy in that tree, she didn’t actually climb by herself.  And it was fun to watch both of them pick up apples off the ground and hurl them down the hill to see how far they would go.  We just had a really really good time.

I love you Brizzy!

Aunt LFM

So I’ll start from the beginning.  I get there, find the last parking spot on. the. street. and walk to the court house hole in the wall!  I give the police office behind the desk my name, he finds me in his papers and checks me off.  We went in the room and it. was. packed. Not a seat to be had in the entire room.  There must’ve been about 100 people in the room.  And it wasn’t even a courthouse, it was a civic building for the town and this room was like the basement of the building complete with brick columns. painted. brick. columns. So weird.  That’s what we get for living in the burbs I guess.  So aaaaanyway…we stand, and I’m holding Li’l Foot because OMG…the moment she sees me at night, she’ll have nothing to do with hubbie, unless absolutely necessary…I. Am. Loved.  After about point 2 seconds of standing this guy catches my eye in the front row and motions that he’ll get up and let me sit if I’d like.  So, hey, I’m not shy, he’s being nice? Why not! So the guy next to him gets up too and hubbie also sits.  See?  People aren’t rude everywhere in NY…usually!  We sit and wait, and wait and more people trickle in the room…and then more and more and more!!!  Dear God, doesn’t anyone abide by the law anymore?  So we sat there for a while.  The judge finally arrived on the scene.  And he started taking cases.  One by one…he widdled them away.  He slammed $100 fines this way and that way and the town got richer and richer.  Isn’t it the most amazing thing.  Where does that money go?  Just wondering.

Li’l Foot was generally good for the most part.  She played with my cell phone flipping the top up and down up and down and then she got bored of that she threw it on the ground.  So I gave her my company ID in its retractable sleeve to play with.  When she got bored of that I held the company ID part and gave her the clicp on the other side of the tether to play with.  It’s one of those things that it clips to my belt loop so it is always on me when I need it to get in the building.  Li’l Foot loved that she could pull my ID and then let it go and it would snap back to my hand.  It was a good game for point 2 seconds.  So then I dug around for various things she could play with…the nasal spray bottle (wound up on the floor after point 1 second)…my cosmetic case…etc.  And then she discovered her echo in the room and there was no stopping her.  She just jabbered on and on and finally the court secretary got up from her chair and asked if I could please go out in the vestibule.  I did.  And then stood there of course because why on earth would they have chairs in the vestibule.  And let me tell ya…my kid is not light!!!  But they did have a water cooler, so i could occupy her with a cup full of water which mostly wound up down the front of her shirt, but whatever.

I probably wound up standing there for a good 15 minutes or so.  I could see hubbie sitting in the front row and people came and went from the room.  People oggled at Li’l Foot and her cuteness…what’s not to love.  And then the funniest thing happened.  I was standing there and then these two people walked out of the room into the vestibule and lo and behold it was my high school science teacher, Mrs. Green.  We talked for a bit and she ooooed and ahhhhhed over Li’l Foot.  I hadn’t remembered her name at that precise moment and forgot to look her up in the yearbook when I got home and even right now, I’m pretty sure it was Mrs. Green, but I’m not 100%….but almost 100%.  It was fun seeing her though.

A short time later, the court police officer came out, and at that point the room had emptied about 3/4 of the way through the people who had started there.  And still they hadn’t called my name.  So I said to him…”so I guess all the MTA tickets go last, is that the deal?”  And he actually said, “I’m working on that right now, hold on”, and disappered behind the door to where the lady was collecting the fines and stuff.  He emerged moments later with papers in his hand.  He walked over to where I was standing by the water cooler and said, “ok, sign here and you can leave”. Wha? Ummm…okay!!!  He said, “it’s basically a failure to prosecute, no fine, you’re free to go”!  Oh yeah baby…sweet!!!  See it always pays to fight a ticket.  And it always pays to bring your baby along with you so they’ll oh, I don’t know…want to move you through faster.  So, what, you may be asking yourself is a failure to prosecute and why was I so fortunate?  Well apprently when hubbie came out of the room, he said the judge had left the room about 5 minutes prior to then and he said he couldn’t do anything else until the prosecutor arrived.  I can tell you, the MTA cop was not on site at the court room last night.  They wouldn’t have had a leg to stand on.  And we had so much evidence stacked up against them, they would’ve had to throw it out.

Hubbie had it all mapped out of what we were gonna say, which HELLO…I’ve formulated this whole thing in my mind for the past month and a half…I wasn’t worried.  Bless his heart, he was just as prepared for this as I was…and then?  We didn’t even have to use any of it, which was kind of disappointing, but hey I can’t argue with getting off without so much as a slap on the wrist.  Rest assured I will. not. park. in. this. one. spot. ever. again.  Promise!!!

And we were home by 7:45.  Court started at 6, so it took a bit of time, but we were home before 8 and that’s a plus in my book…so yay!!!

P.S. They were totally scared of us and were melted away by Li’l Foot’s cuteness!!!  That’s how we got out without paying.  And so the moral of the story is? Bring a baby to court with you…preferably a baby that is fussy to go home and eat, have a bath and go to bed…even if it’s not your kid…borrow one from your sibling or your friend…it’s well worth it.  I have no doubt I’d still be sitting there if it weren’t for Li’l Foot.

P.P.S. Did I mention that speeding ticket that I got from another MTA cop on Halloween morning?  Oh yes, yes I did, here!  So, we’re not done with Li’l Foot and court rooms yet…she’s still got an appearance to make…in the same court!!!  Oh and hubbie also got a speeding ticket a couple months back that he’ll be renting Li’l Foot out for that one.  God..you’d think we made a habit of this ticket stuff…we really don’t…I promise!!!!