Welcome Friday, we are so glad you’re back.
Christine and I celebrated Friday full out, enjoying cake at work to celebrate the hospital’s therapy dog’s birthday (yeah, we do that at a children’s hospital, okay?) and frozen yogurt after work. Yes we both felt like we were slipping into a diabetic shock after we finished, but hey, that’s how we child life specialists roll. I quickly realized that Christine is no more decisive than I am as we both stood in front of the yogurt choices for a good 5 minutes before picking out our favorite fro-yo combinations. But hey, I appreciate someone who understands the seriousness that is picking the perfect yogurt combination. And the indecisive choosing was worth it because man was it good. And the Hello Kitty bowls and spoons just topped off our frozen yogurt experience.
After getting home I swore up and down to Brett that I was stuffed to the max and I would not be eating anymore tonight. Well 30 minutes later we received a call from Brett’s parents who are here to visit
our their vacation condo and whoops, they stepped off the plane realizing they had forgotten the keys. So we jumped in the car and headed north, while they headed south to meet us in the middle for the key exchange.
Of course the key drop off turned into going out to dinner which turned into me eating more food than I should have which now results in a massive too full stomach ache. But hey, what can you do when you happen to go to a restaurant that you happen to know makes some of the best mashed potatoes? Besides the stomach ache, the trip was beneficial because we happened along a group of 12 year old girls climbing into a party limo, all of whom were dressed in wayy too little clothes. And I am not just being prudish here. Seriously. My jaw hit the ground when I saw some of the skirts these girls were wearing. As I ranted to Brett about the girls/parents of today’s generation I exclaimed in my excitement, “I’m going to write a book about this!” And I thought of the best and most catchy title for my future book. Seriously. But I can’t share because someone might steal it. Just look for it to come out around the year 2020.
On the way home I serenaded Brett with Celine Dion’s “Because You Loved Me” and marveled at the fact that a song that I loved when I was 11 years old is still in my memory. And I mean like every single word. And I sang those words with vigor and passion because that made me feel better about those words taking up space in my mind. Now it’s time to relax on the couch with husband and watch a documentary about cruise ships. Which of course is making us want to take a cruise.