Now that my kids are teenagers, they are much harder to buy for than they were when they were three.  So I have them make lists.  Liv is much easier than Hayden is about this process.  He mutters for months and finally will say, “There’s really nothing that I want or need”.  Woo-hoo!  I actually am very happy with this response because my family is happy, healthy, and not in need of anything.  But you want to give them something right?

I needed wanted to stop in at Staples the last time Hayden and I drove into the big city because I received a $10.00 off $10.00 coupon in the mail.  Love those!  We ran in quickly and picked up two veeeerrrry nice mechanical pencils for $0.43.  Do your kids prefer mechanical pencils?  Mine do and they were very happy with the five dollar pencils that I paid a whopping 21 and 1/2 cents a piece for.  Score.

While we were scoping out the pencils, Hayden sat down in one of their executive chairs and said, “Wow, this is a nice chair”.  This equates jumping up and down for him.  He was very impressed with the fact that the chair had arms.  He has a computer chair that is just fine.  His only complaint is that it doesn’t have armrests.  I immediately jumped on his appreciation for the chair and said would you like one of these for Christmas?  He instantly backtracked saying I don’t know, I guess, maybe.

Since then, it’s been in the back of my mind to pick one of those chairs up when we get closer to Christmas.  And then I walked into our local Goodwill yesterday and spotted this.  

For $3.99!  I promptly rolled it up front and paid for it.  I then rolled it out to my Jeep and that’s where my day started to fall apart.
Back in December I wrote this post about how we fixed the back door of my Jeep.  Well, it keeps unfixing itself.  Every time it locks itself and won’t unlock itself my amazing husband has been there to save the day and unlock it.  This has never been a problem for me because this car never leaves our tiny town.  If we go into the big city, we either take my husbands truck (yay for hauling big things home!) or the new car.  Which doesn’t lock itself all by itself.

Only yesterday, Denton was on the other side of the county on his motorcycle while I’m standing the parking lot of the Goodwill trying every single way I can think of to get this giant leather chair into my car.  I tried everything.  And after the fourth man person came along and said “Ma’am do you need some help getting that beautiful, giant leather chair in your car?” I called Denton.  And after I sat in the hideously hot Jeep talking on the phone to my Mom, guarding said chair from all the envious people casually strolling by to check it out, he finally got there.  And told me he had been looking for me at the Salvation Army!

He quickly unlocked the back door and I made him show me how to do it.  Which I should have done the first time he had to do it.  He rode off into the blistering heat and I happily drove over to the Salvation Army, where a women was walking out with a KitchenAid Mixer that she had just bought for $45.00!

Just like this one.

Arghhhhh!  Stupid door!

Anyway, when I got home I started to wrestle the big clumsy chair out of the back of the car which instantly jumped out at me, knocked me down in the driveway causing me to press the panic button on my key ring.

This has happened to me before, not everything above, but me pressing the panic button by accident.  Once.  I didn’t know how to turn it off that time either.  I tried pushing the panic button again.  Nothing.  I unlocked and locked and unlocked the car.  Nothing.  I cranked the car.  I cranked the car and put it into gear.  Nothing.  Last time I just got in my car and drove off and it finally stopped.  I guess it gave up.  This time both of the kids are out in the yard staring at me like, why can’t you make that stupid thing stop!  And I can hear one of our elderly neighbors shouting something, probably not something I wanted to hear at just this moment.

Hayden shouts, “Hold down the panic button!”  And it worked!  Imagine that, holding down the panic button makes the panic button turn off!  Keep in mind I have owned this car for over 11 years.  And no I am not blond, why do you ask?  In my defense, Denton isn’t blond, has in IQ of almost 160 and he didn’t know this highly guarded secret either.

Regardless, we wrestled the awesome new chair into the house and he’s trying it out.  If he decides that he doesn’t like it and wants another one for Christmas that’s fine too.  I’ll just sell this one on Craigslist.

And pick out one like this.

Or this.

Or oohhhhh this one!

Happy Hunting!

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