Had a great lunch out with the big girlies: Karen, Stacy, and Amy. We met up at Smash Burger for burgers and the BEST sweet potato fries EVER! Stacy had a story to share with us but said it would have to wait until after we were done eating… That should have been my first clue.
After I finished my jalapeno burger and sweet potato fries Stacy told her story…
First let me mention that Stacy and Sean are newlyweds… And so adorable together. PLUS Sean looks just like a better-looking-thinner-red-headed Zack Galifianakis… I mention this because I have a huge crush on both of them. Anyway, back to Stacy's story.
She and Sean (Zack) had chinese for dinner last night. Stacy was awakened from her beauty sleep by the sounds of Sean vomiting. Did he have food poisoning? NO! Apparently their dog got sick at some point that evening and diareahed all over a blanket… The same blanket that Sean pulled onto himself to keep his cute-zack-look-a-like-ness warm. But when Sean realized he had dog doo all over himself he could not keep the content of his stomach down.
And neither could I… I tried to keep control of myself as Stacy was sharing this very funny story, but I lost. I made it, just in time, to the ladies room before emptying my $8 worth of food into their toilet.
Fortunately I did not repeat the incident of August 1, In Commando of the Situation, and urinate all over myself while vomiting. I also did not get anything on my dress.
So, after 12 altoids and some Sprite I am back at work. My secret safe… Except for everyone I repeat this story to :)
"Siobain?" I call from my bedroom.
Siobain pops her head in.
"There is a round, gold, zipper bag about this big" (I use my hands to demonstrate) "on the kitchen counter. Can you bring it to me?" I ask lazily... 'cause I could have gotten it myself...
Siobain pops back in with this...
"Siobain? Can you describe the object I asked you to get for me?" I inquire.
"The bag on the counter..." She replies.
"I said a 'round, gold, zipper bag'... is this a round, gold, zipper bag?" I ask with exasperation.
"I'll be right back..." she says as she leaves the room...
This is a smart girl. High marks in 4 pre-AP classes.
... sigh, listening skills? We'll work on those ...
She did not want me to write about this because she felt like an idiot. I try to keep her private moments private... but this is just too hilarious to keep to myself. Plus, how lucky are we that these moments are the frustrating ones? She is such a good girlie.
She's just read the post and has given me permission to share her "idiotic" moment.
So it's 3:00 am in the morning and I'm looking at the fridge photos while eating a green apple... I notice the website, blababooth.com, at the bottom of these photo booth strips and decide to check it out.
And there is a VIDEO of the booth session!
(The video/audio is not in sync because I "taped" it off the internet.)
The office celebrated Thanksgiving today with a pot luck lunch. Michael (not hubby) made a fantastic fried turkey... so moist! There was stuffing, macaroni salad, macaroni & cheese, mushroom salad (wow good), deviled eggs, potato casserole, sweet potatoes, bread... and then a whole table dedicated to desserts!
After 4 years Kitty is finally willing to accept Spartacus as part of the family. She has recently moved out of the master bath to join the family. She's been accepting Spartacus in her bed (my bed) for about a year, at night, with the understanding that the spot next to hubby's head is hers.
But know she'll share the space with him during daylight hours also. I've even spotted her in the living room several times. You can't acknowledge said spottings or she'll dash back to the bedroom.
I attribute this new found dog tolerance to Caitlin. She and Kitty have bonded strongly, Kitty no longer fearing an inadvertent poke in the eye.
Here Kitty is checking out Spartacus' recent blog post. I think she finds him very pedestrian... but she finds everyone except Caitlin pedestrian.
Meanwhile the Medina abode is full of tween laughter. I really like Sophia and Siobain l-o-v-e-s her... but I am still struggling with opening my home to others. Hubby is being very understanding and letting me hang with the cat in my bedroom. Although I did take my anxiety meds to handle the space invasion I have noticed an improvement in my willingness to go to places where there are... people. This past weekend I went to the tree lighting event (although with a few "moments" of extreme anxiety) and I was able to go to a craft show on Sunday. Fortunately I picked a great time to go to the craft show and there wasn't much of a crowd, plus I found a great new item. A God Box! You write down your prayers or anxieties and release them to God to take care of.
Yay! Uncle Eddie arrived today. I met up at Sarah's to say hello and go out to lunch. My girlies Eleanor and Mia are so adorable and are drawn to Uncle Eddie. He burped Mia's baby american doll and rocked her to sleep.
Jason's Deli was perfect for lunch. There was a big "mystery" that Eleanor was sure to solve. Someone left their office tags at the salad bar, hmmmmmm, why would anyone do that? Only the young can think that being forgetful is mysterious instead of the way to middle age...
Eddie staying through Thanksgiving and hopefully a little longer...
As we were getting ready for bed last night Caitlin asked if I was going to able to come and watch her classroom Thanksgiving reading. What about Daddy? She looked so disappointed when I said we both had to work. Gut shot of guilt... Hubby and I juggle the events so that one us can always be there but we didn't know the pilgrim story was going to be an EVENT.
She asked if anyone else was going to come... Aunt Sarah? Gorgeous? Aunt Siobain?
I called Sarah to see if she was available. She was! And she even suggested that we get Honey out of school to come and see the play too.
How wonderful is my sister? She made my littlest girlie's day and somehow got big smiles out of my big girlie...
This is the face of a little girl who feels loved and special!
This is the face... of a girlie who apparently CAN smile... hmmmmmm.
Thanks to Aunt Sarah of the Medina Village I am able to watch