The Un-domestic godess

Ok so I stole the title of this post from a novel but it fits me well today. As you may have read above I truly believe that dishes should magically walk themselves into the dishwasher and then magically walk themselves into the cupboard. This is also evidence of my negligent blogging of late. I had my Uncle Otto in town from Thursday to Sunday and coupled with our heatwave (90+ in Seattle is a big deal) I haven't wanted to do anything. So we did the touristy stuff and what-not. My dad is Harley man (who can blame him?) and Eastside Harley in Bellevue was having a grand reopening. This was a lot of fun. I love looking at the sleek sexy bikes and dream that one day I too will own one. Melody took a ride on the mechanically coin operated bike outside the shop and I had to pry her off of it. She cried "I want a motorcycle! I want a motorcycle!" all the way to lunch. I reminded her that Mommy wanted one too but this did nothing to disuade her. I have seen those little battery operated ones at toy stores. Now, how to justify buying one for her birthday??? No I don't spoil my child one bit....See following photo that resulted after this heated debate at Big Lots the other day.
Mel: Me want it.
Mom: Whats that Mel?
Mel: I want it.
Mom: You have to tell Mommy what it is and remember to say Please.
Mel: Pla-dow, Pla-dow (yes that is how she says Play-Dough)
Mom: Well we can't right now Mel. Mommy doesn't have the money for new toys.
Mel:(screaming) I want Pla-dow! I want Pla-dow!
Mom: NO you have toys at home. And no screaming or we go home now.
Mel: (Big doe eyes & puckered lips) Wease Mommy? I wuv you!! Wease Pla-Dow!

15 Minutes later....