Real bloggers have their FB pages as fan pages and this would be a duplication of information, but as I am lazy and confused and still haven't decided whether I ever want my real name freely available on this here blog, I have not given blog readers I don't know in real life full access to my personal FB page. Also, as interesting as craft projects and spiritual musings about fog are, they don't really tell you, or record for me, a lot about what we are up to in our daily goings about.
Commence weekly review, in all its wonderful sarcasm.
Sunday:
We preempted the snowstorm and had an impromptu birthday party for Megan yesterday after church. Not bad for not planned.
We had planned to visit a friend after church anyway and let our kids play while Robb and Linda did some paperwork, and since a huge snowstorm was forecast for the next day when the planned American Girl Doll themed birthday party was to take place, we invited one more friend to come along, picked up some things at the grocery and viola! a birthday party/work meeting/playdate/movie day!
The snow did come, fast and furious, and we just barely made in home in the pickup that evening.
Let me say it again: I love technology!
There was only drift in our driveway and this was it. I was able to call the ortho, and postpone Megan's appt. Wouldn't want to miss her important date with the braces remover! Robb came to the rescue and switched vehicles, I dashed off with kids in tow and he stayed to dig my poor van out. What a nice guy!
So, in other words, there was no good news. Megan has nothing to wear, and I can't do laundry. Cue wailing and gnashing of teeth. The Sears guy comes on Monday. But I haven't heard if a new part was ordered, so the laundry situation may not be resolved any time soon. Again: wailing and gnashing.
Wednesday was a day from H E double hockey sticks, at least on an American scale of all things considered reasonably normal....
Thinking about chalkboard paint. What do you think? {Pardon my lazy Photoshopping skills}
Friday:
As I type my children are baptizing the cat in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. But first, they made sure he had Jesus in his heart.
Poor cat.
Uffda! What a week!
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