My creativity is sadly dwindling. Just look at the title of this post! I didn't wat to call this post "Our Weekend" because I think I've named about 200 posts that. But essentially, that's what this post is, a synopsis of our weekend. With some gratuitous baby and food stories thrown in just for your benefit!
Our weekend started Friday evening after I got off work. Notice I said I, not we. I'm still the only person in my house with a job even though I tell the BKC trio that they need to get out and find one every single day. Shockingly, none of them listen to this. Occassionally Big BK says, "I don't want a job!" I share his sentiment but someone has to make the house payment. And the car payment. And the insurance payments. And the JCPenney payment. And now the four wheeler payment. And since diapers don't grow on trees yet, someone has to buy them as well and I guess the guys figure it might as well be me. They're all pretty tight, being guys and all, and figure it's better if it's just the three of them hanging around and goofing off all day. After hanging around with them for a little while, I wholeheartedly agree. They're a little too gross for my taste.
Anyway, I digress.....
Our weekend started Friday night when I got home from work. The boys were in the tub when I got home getting ready to head to town. We had an exciting night planned. We were going to town (Louisa, I mean. If you know anything about Louisa you know why it's funny that is said our exciting night was kicked off by going there!), we were going to get something to eat (I talked them out of Hardee's because a girl who only goes out to dinner a couple times a month doesn't want a hot ham and cheese sandwich from Hardee's.), and then we were going to go do the grocery shopping (We'd decided on Walmart because we needed to pick up some mulch for the flower beds.). What did you expect? You've read enough of these blog posts to know that my idea of exciting in comparison to the rest of the world is almost polar opposite. Despite all of the build up you should know better by now!
After Big BK had a complete melt down over what we still don't know (I suspect it was because I walked out of the bathroom.That's all it takes sometimes.Seriously. Fifteen minutes of screaming, mostly me and hubby, and crying, mostly Big BK.) we decided to go to Giovanni's or Greasovanni's as our friend calls it. And that nickname is completely justified, trust me. We got a salad because my kids love salad from there. It's full of ham and cheese so I'm not exactly averse to it. And we got a pizza. We hadn't had one from there since Easter. It was good. The salad was good. The drinks were good. The company not so much. My baby kept throwing my keys under the table and making faces at people in other booths and in the parking lot. Granted, they were cute faces and the other people liked it but still. When he wasn't doing that he was climbing to the table. I mean that literally. He had to be pulled off the dinner table more than once. You can't take him anywhere. Sheesh. And when he wasn't doing that, he was picking ice up off the table to eat. I say it that way instead of saying he got ice out of a cup because, at the time, the ice was all over the table. He'd spilled an almost entire cup of Pepsi and ice all over the table. And while all this was going on, the other was sitting nearly underneath me. Personal space means nothing to him.
After the debacle that generally is our dinner, we went to pick up new cell phones. Hubby's razor was messing up, or so he said, and I had a button missing off of mine. I refuse to rat out the person who took the button off of mine but suffice it to say he lives with me and is under the age of two, currently. We got new phones, part of our group broke out into a fist fight in the middle of the store over a vacuum cleaner that did not belong to either of them, and a couple of phones got thrown around as if they did belong to us, which they did not. Piece of advice, if you live in Louisa and use Appalachian Wireless, do not under any circumstances purchase the display pink/red blackberry they have in the store there. It was not treated properly Friday. I'd be shocked if it worked at all now.
After the cell phones, we went to Walmart. Most of the way through the store my baby yelled for a hot dog because he saw some in the buggy. He says hungry now. He said it a lot then. He did not get a hot dog. He did get a strawberry. He threw his pacifier. He didn't want the strawberry. He was very angry. He wanted a roll of sausage. I refused to give it to him. That only made him more angry. Trust me, you wouldn't like him when he's angry. He's cute and all, no matter what, but for the love of Pete, that kid's got a temper.
After the debacle that generally is our grocery shopping, we went home. My baby finally got his hand on the sausage. He tried to eat it through the plastic. I stopped him, of course, even though he doesn't have his brother's crazy vampire teeth and probably couldn't have actually broken through the plastic.
I started this post more than a week ago. Vacation bible school came up and I didn't get to finish it. Anyway, this was the beginning of our weekend a couple of weekends ago. Enjoy. I'll try to be more current with my posts from this point on.
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