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Have you Got a Spare Button?

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I was at my daughter’s house this evening. I had to drop everything and rush over because we had a 3rd grade project due on Wednesday. My grand daughter said she could make 50 hair bows to sell at their year end school party. And when I say sell, I mean play money…the kind 8 and 9 year olds have. And when I say bows, I mean real bows, like the kind that need really expensive ribbon and hair clips. She proposed to her teacher that she could do this for under $15.

I asked my daughter how long she thought it would take to make 50 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Lets see….5 loaves of bread at $2.00 plus a jar of peanut butter at $6.00, plus a jar of jelly at $2.00. I’m getting $18.00 and about 2 hours labor…at least for me, at the minimum wage….is still more than $15.00!!!!!

Who the hell is running this project? Someone from China?? I don’t know what their minimum wage is there, but they certainly use child labor and now I’m wondering if feeding the children peanut butter and jelly sandwiches 3 times a day for a 10 hour work day is cost effective for them. Plus they are supplying room and board. What the F is going on in China? Now I’m upset but too old and tired to do anything about it. Anyhoo, we have 50 hair bows to make and we aren’t geared up for that kind of production.

So Nanny went to 5 different stores to find 50, 50!, hair clips at a cost of about $14.99. Yes, $15.00 for 50 fucking metal hair clips. I’m thinking China is on to something. I had the ribbon in my crap room but it still costs money. Charity really does start at home and if you have a 3rd grader with projects due in school, you will understand this.

So I’m at my daughter’s house and my grand daughter is kicking butt at making hair bows with the Bowdabra…. I also bought….for her to make 50! hair bows. My daughter reminded me that we needed to stay out of her project. Well, I guess I’m not involved with the shit load of crap I drove up to her house and the shit load of crap that I bought. Fine, I agreed to pretend we had nothing to do with this as long as she was the one who made the fucking hair bows. Now technically, the Bowdabra is mine so I can’t include it in the cost. But I never wanted a Bowdabra. I don’t know how to calculate the cost of me not wanting something. But now I own a Bowdabra.

The 50! hair bows were made by my grand daughter. But they looked like they needed a little something to pizazz them up. I agreed and I had already prepared for this. I had buttons and sparkly gems to glue into the centers of the 50! hair bows. We were running low on buttons for the center so I asked my daughter if she had any spare buttons. She said no. I said, “What! Where is your button jar?” She said maybe she would have one by the time she was 40 years old but right now she doesn’t have one. Her husband said, “How can you not have a button jar?!? I don’t know how to sew but I know you need a button jar to sew a button onto a shirt or a pair of pants occasionally. Did you ever do anything? How can you not have a button jar or know how to sew a button. My daughter said, “When I buy a shirt or pants, it usually comes with buttons.”

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