On Thanksgiving we had thirteen people over for dinner then
we played games. We played Agricola and
now my friend Raskell is addicted to it.
“You’re welcome Raskell!” (Really
I’m just excited that someone else wants to play it with me.) We are so much fun that some of our friends
didn’t leave until midnight. (Not that I
blame them of course! Reason 1: I’m fantastic, Reason 2: Agricola is
fantastic.)
Then Bri and I decided to go shopping Friday morning. I set my alarm for 7. I was tired but got up. Selfishly I love the whole open at midnight
thing (not really I think people should be able to spend Thanksgiving day and
now the night with their families) because other people can wait in line and go
crazy and Bri and I can show up at Target at 7:45am, get everything I want
except a $15 handheld mixer thing and have to cashiers ready to ring us
up. Then we went to Old Navy where again
the line wasn’t too long and then we went to Kohl’s. Bri found a wonderful present for me to buy
for my husband. I cannot mention what it
was because he reads my blog but it is fantastic and he really wants it (or at
least he will once he gets it!). Bri
said she gets to use it while he is travelling.
Then we went to Payless because Bri couldn’t find any shoes at Kohl’s
or Target. I spent a frightening amount
of money. Hmmm … oh well.
When we came home everyone else, except William because he
was busy watching TV, was cleaning out the garage because a possum had been
living there because the cat who sleeps in the garage apparently took out an ad
for a roommate. I explained to the cat
that she is not allowed to get roommates, sublet or have loud parties in the
garage! She looked at me and walked
away. I decided to take that as
agreement.
Sadly my kids had asked me if they could spend Friday not
cleaning and I agreed forgetting that I had already agreed with their father
that we would spend the day raking and/or cleaning out the garage.
Sad Face.
So when I got home I started blowing and raking up the five
inches of pine needles that covered up my back yard. We had already filled up 27 leaf bags so we
were forced to take the additional 20? bags of pine needles and dump them in our back, back yard behind our
fence. Hopefully we never decide to use
that land for anything because it is 3 feet higher than it was when we moved in
and I really really don’t want to bag that many leaves and needles.
I was raking so vigorously that I didn’t notice a blister
the size of a grapefruit form on the bottom of the inside of my thumb until it
popped. (FYI: popped blisters sting when
you do dishes.) I mentioned to my
husband that I probably have another ten hours of raking to do and he helpfully
suggested that I have time next week when our children are in school. So considerate, my husband.
My back and shoulders are quite sore.