When my kids hug me, they obsessively sniff my neck over and over. Is that weird?
It’s been a lovely end to a crazy week. I had a girls’ day out on Friday with my bestie, Julie. We had a delightful midday snack at Cuppies and Joe, did some shopping at the new outlet mall, ate dinner at Chelinos in bricktown (which, by the way, has gone downhill), and saw The Help. Yes, Julie was still recovering frrom strepthroat and I was tired from the sleepless nights with baby pteradactyl but, folks, this was a kid-free, husband-free day and we cherished every single second.
As far as the outlet goes, I’m thinking the Banana Republic store gets the most stars. It had the most quality stuff with the best prices. I love me some Lucca but I’m just gonna tell you like it is: that was no outlet. High prices, same as always. The boy running the register was hilarious, though. In fact, I think he and I could share clothes and jewelry. We pretty much had the same taste. Well, except for the bronzer. He had quite a bit of bronzer on. And I’m not sure I could pull off the low cut all the way to your bellybutton shirt. I did buy a matching bracelet to his, though. Fun times. Anyway, enough about that.
I took a pic of Julie in her favorite store. That’s right, folks. Goldtoe. She bought her hubby some rad goldtoe socks. Ummm, are we geezers? Yes, we are. So?
We were so exhausted from our shopping adventure that we had to eat dinner at straight up five o’clock. Pathetic. We originally chose Zios but when we walked in the door, a solid wall of poop cloud smacked us right in the face. Seriously. Grossest raw sewage smell ever! They snatched us up and seated us before we could clear our heads of the dizzying smell, so Julie had to make a fake phone call and then tell our waiter that our friend had called and we had accidentally gone to the wrong restaurant. Pause. You’re probably wondering why two grown women felt the need to make a fake phone call? I mean, why didn’t we just say, “Mr. Waiter, your restaurant smells like pookie and we don’t want to eat here.” I don’t know. We were panicked, ok? The smell made us do things we wouldn’t normally do. Weird. It is what it is. We ended up at Chelinos and it was kinda gross. Just sayin’. Again, it is what it is.
The Help was so fantastic. Loved it. I was skeptical because, of course, I had already read the book. Seriously, though, I think it was the best book turned movie that I’ve ever seen. Two thumbs up. Five stars. Go see it.
Here’s a pic of two bestie geezers that had to put their glasses on to watch the movie. Pathetic. Old. Awesome.
Casey and the kids had gone to Weatherford to participate in a family garage sale, so Winnie and I had the house to ourselves Friday night. Strange. Spooky. Kinda divine.
Saturday morning I got up and headed to Mardel to pick up some final supplies I needed for homeschooling. . . because we start tomorrow. . . OMG!!!!!!!! After a small panic attack on the Math row and having to go Number 2 in the Mardel restroom, I finally regained my composure and found what I needed. Thank the Lord!!! We’re ready now. Kinda. I don’t know what I’m doing and my kids are going to be ignorant. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. . . .
I’ve got nothing else to say because I need to go look at my Spelling book and read my bible story lesson for the 49th time.
“Good morning, class. My name is Mommy. Let me call roll. Owen Gerber? Here. Um, okay then. We’re all here. Let’s begin, shall we?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Love, Luli
