By 1:00 yesterday afternoon, all my errands were done.
We’d visited Staples for printer ink and to UPS a package to my sister.
Home Depot for more screen (thanks, Seamus), flowers for our flower boxes and a chandelier for our dining room.
WalMart for french bread.
Back home to drop off plants and breakables. And use the potty.
Then out again to the commissary for groceries.
The post office to mail a package to China.
And then, at long last…
Well, not really good. But they were good enough. No hitting. No screaming.
No losing of any marbles by any moms.
Where the food is just de-lic-ious. And we all eat wayyy too much. Then complain that we’re tired. And that our stomachs ache because we ate too much.
It can get pretty ugly.
It’s that good.
You can probably see why.
And then covered in salt.
Good thing I love her so.
He might turn his nose up at any recipe I prepare that doesn’t start with ‘The Pioneer Woman’s …’, but this boy can eat his weight in tacos.
And managed pretty handily to eat every last pinto bean.
When no one else can possibly eat another bite, Chris can. I have no idea how he does it.
Believe me, I’d really like to know.
For rescuing us from a mediocre lunch at McDonald’s.