

Last evening, I picked up Mali's car and the mechanic told me I had to drive it for 30-40 miles to get the gauges to set, to make sure everything was fixed properly. Sam just happened to have pre-ordered a video game that was now ready to be picked up in the small city, so off we went, on an impromptu outing. We stopped on a whim and got ice cream. The ice cream place in town has soft pumpkin ice cream. Sam got a hot fudge sundae, but I got the pumpkin cone. Oh why oh why does it have to be so good? I have heard one theory that if you imagine your favorite foods with spiders or ants in them, you won't want them anymore. But my mouth has a good memory and I can't fool it.
Dang those whims.
Anyway, we had a nice drive. There is never air in the conversation, with Sam. Or me, I guess.
And this fine morning, I have to take Jonathan to the dentist. Since we are driving all the way to the small city, I am going to stop into the warehouse club for blueberries, and a snack for activity club tonight. Cheese and crackers and pepperoni. I have to be out the door in nineteen minutes, and Jon isn't up yet, Bad Mom Award. And here I sit, so goodbye for now. Make the most of the day, I know I will!
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You deserve a gold star, Mom!
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