Before I forget the details I want to say that when we left Ikea and got past the "Now what?" "I don' know. What do you wanna do?'s" Eric suggested we go to Wal Mart and pick up a treat, go home, run, eat treat while watching Iron Man. So basically, we did. Got TP, butter, tortilla chips, ground chuck (we keep that around for making chili. YUM!), cereal, pizza (Eric was hungry. He didn't get enough to eat at Ikea), and a sleeping bag for Emily's birthday from her grandparents (hopefully she'll get to use it this coming Friday when Eric is taking a vacation day
YAY!), and a Symphony bar (for our treat). I think that was all that we got. Anyway, got home heated oven, let Lilly (our papillon) out, cooked the pizza, let dog in, went for jog, showered, Started the movie, Eric ate pizza, I ate Symphony, Eric ate Symphony, I ate pizza, Eric massaged my back (all of that was YUMMY!). Got ready for bed (brush teeth, floss, use bathroom, have prayer (together), read scriptures, have prayer (personal), in bed at 1:ooam on the minute. 7:??am open eyes, dread that eyes are open so early, brain rushes that I should get up and make the chili for our ward party, I tell brain "not yet", close eyes for more zzzzzz. 7:16am eyes open. "Thank you (thee) Heavenly Father, I know I need to start the chili." I roll out of bed, down stairs, let dog out (and in, and out and in again while doing next task), made chili (seriously, the details of that are too long). 8:16am lie back in bed, thinking "I need to make the seating chart for the Primary Program. I forgot to get that drink of water (I was thirsting for) while I was down stairs. I need to work on that talk-thingy for Young Women's thing tomorrow. I'm thirsty." Dog barks. "What is her problem?" I roll out of bed again, let dog out, work on aforementioned things, Eric gets up (around 9:40am). He gets breakfast (cereal) and on his computer. I eat breakfast (cereal) while finishing seating chart. We shower get dressed and go to Shooters where we shot many rounds of bullets from three different guns with lots of "BANG!!!" and a bit of "KICK". I learn (again) that I don't like "my" gun (.38 special). It makes me flinch because the trigger is so hard to pull that the anticipation is too great. Eric's Kimber .45 is SWEET and his newest "nug" is surprisingly LOUD and powerful (it looks like an old toy gun and it's very light and small. It likes to jam. That stinks.) It was horrible to realize that I'm not as good at shooting as I used to be but now that I have a Shooters club card I can change that (as long as we can afford the ammo). Why is it that we can litterally "blow" (get it? You can smile.) through that much "dough" on ammo, but I can't get that $ for extra food? Conundrum... Guess entertainment is pretty important, too. I like it.
Anyway... We got home, ate lunch, packed up the chili, drove to Ikea (worked on a crossword puzzle), picked up kids.
The end.
Their aunt is SO nice to them! I wonder what they were like to her. She looked tired (though she denied. Maybe she's just missing her Superman. I don't blame her.) THANK YOU!!!
(you know me and pictures. I took some but they'll have to come later.)