Today was an interesting day.  At around 11am, we (Sister, myself- even Little One) went with my mother to begin the set up/decoration process of her classroom for Open House (which, incidently- is August 5th).  My brother couldn't come because he had Friend over and was left with the grueling task of engaging and entertaining him with an endless supply of movies, video games, and food.  My, but the lives of some are just too tough.

Speaking of food, tell Friend I recommend the salad.

Anyway- we made some real progress in the room.  Sure, we didn't leave until 6:30pm, and sure- we have to go back tomorrow.  Ok, so it's true that we have a lot of cabinets to work through and some more files to unfurl.  Hmmmmm.  Let's start this paragraph over with a change or two.

Anyway- we  made some real progress in the room showed up.  And damn it, that's good enough for me.  Honestly, it is a lot of work, but worth it in the end.  Especially when you consider how inviting that classroom will be to all the little kindergarteners who have such trepidations regarding school and structure.  They will feel so comfortable with my mother- of this I have no doubt.  The woman was born to teach. 

If it were me, they'd all be locked in a closet until 2:45 everyday.  Some people have the patience.  God bless them- truly. 

After the decluttering process, we came home to eat dinner. Now maybe it was in the air, or maybe it was in the pasta (which doesn't surprise me, the way my father cooks)... but afterward, we actually had the second wind to go to Wal-Mart on the prowl for classroom decorations.  Back to the car we went, just the girls- taking on the highway and looking for trouble. 

*Cue angry biker music* 

So there we were in Wal-Mart, with no inkling as to what we specifically wanted.  Wandering aimlessly, we eventually gave up on finding anything really good for mom's class.  Sometimes, Wal-Mart really isn't the answer.  It's shocking, I know.  I nearly cried the first time I found out.

What to do in a case like this?  Shop for clothes, of course!!  Off we went, searching the aisles for any reasonable articles.  Sister found a great skirt and went to try it on... leaving Little One and myself.  Mom decided to take one last stab at finding her Nemo.

We stand there, watching the saleslady hand out those number cards you hang on the outside of the dressing room doors.  The excitement is really too much, I think I need my heart pills.

Suddenly, Little One speaks.  "What are those number things for?"

I open my mouth to answer- but she quickly shushes me, excited.

"I know!!  They tell what size you are."  She looks at me confidently.  She's no fool.

"Actually..." Then I stop.  The highest number on those cards is a 6.  Who am I to deny myself the American dream?  If she believes it, why can't I?  "Very good!" I tell her.  "I love the way you think."

I take her by the hand and go down an aisle, grabbing the nearest pair of pants before rushing up to the dressing room.

"One please." 

Hey, I'll have to borrow her for the next time I go shopping for clothes! That was really funny! I'm still laughing. You think I can convince Michael of that?

hey what's up? just saying hi. I like your spinning thingy... got me kinda dizzy tho.

good entry. I hope you aren't serious about those heart pills.

Just wanted to stop in and say thank you for the very kind words. You said I gave Bandit a "quality life" and believe me she gave it back many times over. Its amazing how a bunch of people you have never met in person can make things just a little easier at a time like this! Thank you once again. - Wil

To tell you the truth the OTHER words were so kind I never even noticed. Thanks again and have a GREAT WEEKEND! - Wil