I Can Explain

The cup holders in my van tell a story. Actually, five little stories. Here, let me share them with you. It's bound to be mesmerizing.

Story number one. The fake Sigg bottle on the left. I bought water bottles for the kids and went with not-plastic because I am starting to believe the buzz about plastic but that's a whole different post for another day that I probably will never get around to writing. Probably because I have spent too many years drinking out of plastic bottles and now my brain is fried. Anyways, I bought the kids bottles and I couldn't resist the super cute ones with designs and everything and I paid a few bucks more for the pretty pretties and Spiderman ones. Then Nate expressed interest in a bottle of his own so I picked up a manly grey one that just happened to be cheaper, yay! It turns out the screw- in seal is crap and totally doesn't work just a month after I bought it. Awesome. (Hey, I never said these would be stories with an actual point.)

Story number two. The Starbucks cup, front and center. We drive up to the little speaker thingy and I order a Decaf Venti Caramel Macchiato. After pulling around to the pick up window the man hands me my drink and I realize what a difference one little left out word can make. "Iced". Dang it, I wanted iced. Shattered Expectations. It's not that I don't like hot Caramel Macchiatos, I was just all geared up that I was getting an iced one. Nothing like a five dollar cup of disappointment.

Story number three. Blue streamers in the back. Needed to wrap a present at the last minute and didn't have any wrapping paper and we were running out the door so I grabbed a roll of tape and the obvious solution, streamers. Wrapped it in the car on the way there. (This is the part where you make a note to self about never inviting me to your birthday party)

Story number four. The toothbrushes on the right. Last week I secured my place in the insanity hall of fame by taking seven kids to the dentist on the same day. At the same time. I guess my philosophy is the same as the dentist. Get all the pain over with at once. I picked them all up from school and we headed out. Thus the toothbrushes. No dentist wants to see what a kids had for lunch stuck between their teeth. I have no idea who's brush is who's so I just grabbed the whole lot of them and put them in the logical place...the cup holder.

Story number five. The receipt behind the toothbrushes. It's a receipt for a pack of gum. Exciting huh?!

So there you have it. The why behind the mess. The chaos explained. This is all I can handle in one post, I'm not even going to begin to tell the stories from the rest of the van. It would be a novel.