The little one dropped my cell phone and it broke shattered into 4 fun puzzle pieces. Humpty Dumpty had an easier time with his fall for sure. I have no king’s horses and no king’s men to help me on this one, instead I got the not helpful at all lovely Samsung manufacturing department.

You have only had the phone for 4 months, it is not covered for an upgrade and we do not replace phone for mishandling such as running it over with the car, fire breathing dragons, underwater exploration, microwaving it and toddlers.

Did I have insurance on the phone? Nah, what person in their right mind would pay monthly for insurance when nothing could possibly happen to the phone? *slamming palm into head*

So it appears that I get to go to the mall today (toothpicks under toenails) and purchase a new phone at the full price (lemon juice in paper cuts) and bring the kids with me (cover self in honey and sit on an ant pile)

Yup, gonna be a good day.

Speaking of good days (insert sarcastic snort here) Belly is full blown, no holds barred, officially into the Terrible Twos. If I let her make it to 3 (I am pregnant therefore I figure we have a replacement) we will be doing good. Bedtime never looked so sweet. Did I mention that she threw my cell phone in a fit of rage because I wouldn’t let her call Hong Kong and text message Wang Phooey? Those sweet little curls and pouty lips are a good disguise, although I am considering shaving her head and exposing the horns to show the public who she really is.

*sigh* This two shall pass. (Mommy mantra for two year old tantrums)

The minutes are ticking by and my dread is getting deeper (or it might be the spicy sausage I had for breakfast) have I mentioned I have to go to the mall today?

I hate shopping. You can take away my Woman Card if you see fit, but I really do. Much like a two year old hates not being able to text Wang Phooey, which is exactly why I have to go shopping.

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