Well, friends, photos are going to be few and far between (or, perhaps, plentiful and bad) as SweetP dropped my good camera on the pool deck at a swim meet. And then, like a fool, I’ve been letting them carry my phone around and take terrible photos (way too much unintentional capturing of my double chin from down low) with it. Although I tried to have it repaired, it was actually cheaper to get a new one. I hate that.
Wait– I found one good photo: it’s at the Botanical Gardens.
Additionally, Sam went to the new grocery store and got suckered into buying Ginsu knives. And a waffle iron. The entire time, M was saying, “Daddy, Mommy says we shouldn’t listen to these display people. Daddy…” and then was very proud when they came home with the knives– but wait! there’s more– and a “free” gift of some other kitchen gadget I will have to move every time I’m trying to find something I actually use, like a wooden spoon.
But, in the good news category, we got to celebrate our friends’ 40th birthdays on Saturday by wearing legwarmers and big hair (see, now you’re really sad that my camera is broken!) Sam wore a blazer and sunglasses (thanks, Miami Vice), and my neighbor called to make sure we weren’t going to a funeral. Apparently she only saw his blazer and NOT my legwarmers.
P.S. The spellchecker did not recognize either Ginsu or legwarmers. I guess my spellcheck didn’t grow up in the 80s.