Kittens, it’s Sunday as I write this, not yet dark, and I’m already in my pj’s wondering where the weekend went. I know I did something, it’s just hard to remember all the way back to FRIDAY. Okay, I’ll give it a try.
I remember that I got paid because the money literally burned a hole in my pocket. Seriously, what can a girl do, but run to Target? Moon and I were participating in a drive for the Atlanta Mission and you were supposed to buy an outfit, (pants, shirt, coat, undies) for a child the same age and gender as yours. I was convicted on the way in that I wouldn’t just buy the cheapest thing I found. I decided to think about it as if I was buying for MY daughter. Unfortunately, that also means the cheapest thing. So then I went for “what I’d want someone to buy MY daughter.” That works much better.
Moon didn’t ask for anything since her BFF had recently given her THREE bags of clothes. And they were GOOD clothes. Moon was totally shocked that Mr. Jordon, a teacher at her school didn’t know who Michael Kors was and thus wasn’t at all impressed with her new shoes. Men.
After Target, we went to Menchies where I tried the non-fat, low-carb, no sugar added Cheesecake flavor. It wasn’t very good. Shocking, I know. We finally made it home and JD announced that he had also been paid, so off we ran to spend HIS money as quickly as we could. Luckily, the movie theatre is just around the corner so we had no trouble getting rid of all our extra cash. Kittens, Dolphin Tail is just too sweet. The last five minutes alone was worth the price of admission.
We spent Saturday cleaning house the Team Tyre way. JD took a huge load of stuff to the dump. Yeah, baby, YEAH! Another 20+ trips and we should be good to go.
Which brings us to Sunday. I left the house at 9:30 a.m. and got back home around 3:30 p.m., fell into the bed, picked up a Jack Reacher novel, and called it a DAY. It could be that church was tiring. Or it might have been the French onion soup with a side of Moon’s fries. Whichever.
Wow. My whole weekend has been summed up in less than 500 words. Not. Good. Maybe I should have mentioned my dream about Novak Djokovic? Still boring?
Okay. Let’s try this again. JD and I went to the movies and then this happened:
Lucky for them cause I was about to go all Jack Reacher on the room. Check back Tuesday when I go ice-skating with CIA agents. Or eat more carbs. Whichever.