It's Not the Sistine Chapel!
Now, here's the thing: There were two different face painters. The one woman was speedy and good. The other woman was slow and good. We ended up with "slow and good". Apparently, she thought she was painting the Sistine Chapel on each kid's face. But, even with her going sooooooooooo slow, we had to deal with The Dad in front of us in line.
We had been standing in line for an hour and half, and there were exactly six children in front of us. And The Dad. Suddenly, The Dad is chewing ass on the little boy in front of us. The little boy (rightfully) didn't think it was very fair that The Dad had been holding 'the space' for four to five other children. Essentially, those kids were off playing and he let them cut in; therefore, knocking us all back another thirty minutes.
And the little boy didn't understand, and I didn't blame him. If your kids are too busy playing to stand in line (especially THAT MANY - one I could understand), then there isn't any face painting to be had for them.
But whatever.
Ass.
My kid wanted a Spider and web, so here's the final project (once we got up there, two hours later and roughly ten years older):
How cute, right?
Yeah. He kept that on for exactly one hour and declared when we got home that it "wasn't cool" and wiped it off.
Apparently, the 'other attraction' yesterday was the Denver Nugget's head coach. His kid apparently goes to our school. He was trying to paint a face on the pumpkin with his daughter, and people kept bothering him. And not really the kids.
In fact, I wouldn't have known it was him except once a few years ago, he and his wife came to look at the house across from ours when it was for sale. And I happened to be out front when another person pointed out who he was. And again, yesterday, my husband looks up, sees him standing there, says, "Huh, that's the Nugget's coach. I thought he'd be taller. That's kind of disappointing" and went back to eating his chili.
That's the coach on the right. I took that pic because my dumbass brother didn't believe me.
Either way, the guy was getting hassled by the grown-up's. I overheard him say to two ten-year-old boys who wanted autographs, "Hey, so I've got Little Nuggets here, huh!" and they loved that. So, he was certainly a good sport.
That was our Saturday.
Oh, and I have PMS and I'm nasty to be around.
Um, tonight, I'm pretty sure my Broncos are going to struggle against the Steelers (HDH's team), so I plan on moving into the west wing for the evening.
And our house smells. HDH decided to clean out the tank and remove/destroy/something a bunch of 'dead coral'. Have you ever smelled dead coral?? YOU DO NOT WANT TO. It's a very sweet, sickly, death smell. And now it's permeated through my entire house, up into my Master Bedroom. That shit will make you gag.
And it snowed today. A few inches. A very pretty snow.
That's all I've got.
How was your weekend?
Labels: weekend in review
