This week is the Chaos Twins’ Valentines parties at preschool. I have to send 32 valentines cards with each kid, plus some sort of little treat for my little monkies to toss into paperbags at school and then let them bring more of the crap home and get sugared up. This bugs me to no end. Seriously. I think I will join the League of Evil Moms after this. 
At the very least, I will join the Society of Cheap-Ass Moms. I spent a whopping EIGHTY CENTS on this lovely box of Valentine’s schmoozy crap at the party supply depot.
Wait. What? Did you catch that? Let me zoom in on that for ya…
Yeah, you saw that right. Happy VALENINE’S Day. A new holiday for me to buy crap for? Maybe they meant to do that, and are trying to imply that the poor little monkey has a speech impediment of some kind? I’m all for typos, but typos on finished products that make it to the shelves bug me. 
And the asshats even put it as the largest image on the back of the box as the “here’s the actual size” shot.
I got what I paid for, didn’t I?