So last night my mom & Carl came over with oodles of pizza. When I opened the pop, it spurted all over the place. After I cleaned it up, Emma said, “Can you pour me some? And don’t spill it this time.”
The boys & Meaghan decended on the garden, picking most of the remaining tomatoes (at least the ones of the mostly-dead plants), the pumpkins and gourds. They filled two laundry baskets FULL. Emma ran around and around the yard in her $4 princess dress, while my Mom followed her saying, “Emma? Aren’t you cold? Do you need a sweater?”
They also lugged the old couch to the curb and Sarah stuck a sign on it, saying “Make an Offer!” Frankly, I am surprised it is still there.
When we were driving home the other day, we decided to take a little detour to check out this place that had beach glass workshops. It was 10 mintues or so off the highway, and when we got there it had just closed. My first mistake (okay, second) was not taking the same way back to the highway. At one point, I thought I was heading west, but came to an intersection with the southern section of the minor highway on my right. Eventually, I came back to the highway 20 kms further back from where I had come off. 45 minutes later.
I have oodles of files to sort. We suck at file storage and recently had to go through two large boxes of piles of papers to find one piece of paper. I bought some nifty things to help, because I am all about office supplies. “We have to go to Staples,” I told the kids between malls on Tuesday. “What’s in that store?” Emma asked me. I told her they sold staples. “I love staples!” she said. Yes, we are weird, thanks. We all love that store.
I stopped in to a gaming store, so Addison could say he’d been there. We all went in and lo, they had a selection of Thomas the Tank Engine things and a train set up. It was harder to get Emma to leave than Addison. While we were wandering around, the owner asked me, “Do you have any questions about the establishment?” Um, no. Just evening things out because later I forced Addison to go to the scrapbooking place. And because Emma was with us, we had to check out the girl’s bathroom. They use it as a storage room, because as you can imagine, a gaming store doesn’t get much female traffic.
And to round off, I leave you with the sage advice of one of my aunts, who sent me an email with the following sentence, I kid you not.
“NEVER PUT A MENOPAUSAL WOMAN IN A MOOSE SUIT! ” I guess she lasted a whole four minutes.