Friday, December 14, 2018

Not Even Sure...

…what I’m going to write about tonight.  Soma days are like this.  Things happened, lots of things, but what’s on my mind?  Right now I’m tired and in pain so this will likely be short.  I’ve been out to dinner with three couples and then we went to an Escape Room.   It’s always fun when we get together, always good company, always fun conversations.

Or, maybe I’ll write about the missing piece candy from earlier today.   I went to spit it out, dropped it and couldn’t find it so I gave up.   Twelve hours later I just discovered it—in the fur on the top of my dog’s head.  She didn’t seem to mind it was there.

Or, maybe that’s all I’m going to write about today because we have my son’s birthday party tomorrow—a sleepover—and a dog trainer coming in the morning and my husband and I both haven’t the energy to get the house back in shape after the last several days.   Yeah, maybe I think I’ll just go to sleep now.

The Big Boy Update:  The sitter told me my son, well after bed, was making a commotion in his room.   She went up to find him half-dressed.  When she asked him what he was doing (he was putting on khaki pants) he said he was getting ready for tomorrow.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  I can’t wait to tell my daughter tomorrow that one of the clues needed to open a lock in the Escape Room we did tonight was in Braille, hidden in the pictures on the wall of the room.   We got that clue easy as we didn’t have to find the key to know what the letters were.

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