I had a good weekend filled with lots of little things that would have made good blog posts but in the sugar-induced fog in which I find myself this morning, nothing is coming to mind. So let’s pretend we’re having coffee together and catching up about our lives, and you might want to sit a spell because I’m feeling chatty.
First let’s talk about the fact that I’ve come to the conclusion that I make poor decisions.
This poor decision making was on high display on Friday when I decided to go to the grand opening of Trader Joe’s, and Oh.My.Word, the humanity that turned out to be there for the free tote bag was incredible.
I would have taken pictures of the thronging crowds, but my hands were full with a certain little Squishy Baby that threatens to reverse the signs menopause every stinkin’ time I see her.
No, she wasn’t nekkid and I am not at Trader Joe’s in that pic, but Squishy’s mama took this picture and I love it more than I love the half empty bag of Twix bars sitting in the pantry.
Sadly, Squishy Family had to leave and to console my bereft self, I bought double creme Brie and a baguette which went a long way toward healing the pain.
And ate it in the car.
While I was eating my car picnic to strengthen myself for the day at hand that consisted of wandering aimlessly in search of inspiration on the Christmas gift front, I saw a Hancock Fabric Store that looked as though it were calling my name, but one step inside and I realized that my name was Lame Seamstress and I clearly had no business being there. I did, however, buy two yards of black polyester for a cape for J’s Phantom of the Opera costume and skeddadled, but not before seeing this sight and wondering if I was out of touch with current bridal fashion.
Nothing says marry me in a classy and elegant fashion like an orange feather boa.
This year I left the costume making up to the boys and that relieved me of running around on Saturday, and I was a horrible mother and didn’t get pictures made the boys had fun running up and down the street and showing off their costumes to their friends.
I did get one shot of Travis, so this one is for Mom.
And yes, the child who has spent more days than I care to count in a hospital and has endured excruciating surgeries and therapy wanted to be a doctor.
He amazes me.
So after all the festivities and candy on Saturday, I clearly did what any rational person would do and ordered the Endless Shrimp Platter at Red Lobster on Sunday.
And baked pumpkin apple streusel muffins later that afternoon.
Have a nice day.