Good Intentions

I woke up this morning with the healthiest of intentions.  I made the kids pancakes and then I was going to make myself a groovy green smoothie (fruit, yogurt, and spinach… don’t knock it ‘til you try it), I was so proud of myself.
I add the juice, yogurt, spinach, and frozen fruit…
pressed start…
and the blender (that I bought in April!) starts smoking and making the sound that replicates exactly the sound of a dying pig.
ARE.YOU.KIDDING.ME.
The bottom twisty plastic thingy just grinded off?! Broken.
I swear, In eight years of marriage… we’ve had 8 blenders.  At least 5.  I’ve bought cheap, I’ve bought expensive.  And this time I went solid glass… middle of the road in price range, etc.  We don’t even use a blender that often?!  On average twice a week I’d say.  So frustrating!
BUUUTTTT this time I’m sticking it to “the man”!
This time, I KEPT my receipt AND the box it goes in.  HAHA!!!! (evil laugh)
 
So I’m marching my big booty down to Walmart tomorrow and I’m getting a refund and a new blender and I’m keeping the stupid receipt and box so that I can do this again sometime in the not so distant future.  Blenders are a biyatch.

Oh. 
And as for my good intentions…
I had the most delicious breakfast after I poured the ruined smoothie down the sink. ;)