Maybe we will get kidnapped

There is a picture that will never go away.

This gem of a photo was taken circa 1995.  From left to right you can see Sister Meagan, Ma, and myself.

It was to be a treasured Valentine’s Day gift for my father.

What is up with the makeup?

What is up with the shiny tarps?

I shudder.

For reasons unbeknownst to me, Ma shared this photo AGAIN on the Facebooks.  Hadley commented on it:

“MOM.  WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!”

Sister Meagan thought that was humorous, seeing as how all three of us were wearing shiny tarps.  So why would Hadley single out me?

But that is the story of my life.  My kids are hard on me.

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I made an appointment to put Tank down.  And then I felt awful and conflicted and horrified.

He is 12 1/2.  Sometimes his back legs don’t work.  He pants heavily a lot.  He has more frequent accidents.

But he still seems fairly happy.  And we love him.

It is not an easy decision to make, let me tell you.

But, I scheduled the appointment for my next day off.  And then I was invited for pedicures with gal pals and that sounded like a WAY BETTER PLAN.  So that is what I will do instead.  And I feel relieved.  I don’t think we are ready to do that quite yet.

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I want a new trailer.  I found a used trailer I like but it was like 7 hours away.

So.  David, the boys, and I jumped in the ginormous diesel truck and started the drive to the used trailer.

We started the drive.  It was the most beautiful drive in the whole, wide world.  I drove for a bit and David was playing music for me on his phone.  He was also playing Solitaire.  So the entire time I was driving, it sounded like I was in a casino.

Me:  David.  Turn the game sounds off.

David:  If I do, the music will turn off.

Me:  No.  Go to your app settings.

David:  It won’t work.

Me:  Yes, it will.

David:  No, it won’t.

And then he played a song I enjoyed.  The boys groaned.

HD:  Ugh.  Maybe we will get kidnapped.

Because that is apparently how awful my taste in music is.

As soon as we switched drivers, I turned David’s solitaire sounds off and demonstrated how we could still listen to music.

I win.

Luckily, Sisters Meagan and Jess live in the very city the used trailer was located.  So we got to see them for not one, but TWO meals.

We don’t have Chic-Fil-A where we live, but there is one here.  LD was EXTREMELY excited to eat there, but their dining room was closed.

I blame the Corona.

So, we feasted at a Mexican restaurant.  LD ate a lot of bean dip and chips.  And polished off everyone’s leftovers.

HD ordered a cheeseburger and Sister Meagan was so delighted, seeing as how she had never met anyone who ordered a burger at a Mexican restaurant.

The boys were their usual jolly selves.

Then we went and looked at the trailer and it was not ideal.  So then we went and looked at several other trailers and now we have stars in our eyes and want to spend all the money.

Me:  I want THAT one!
David:  It is nice

Me:  I am worried the boys will destroy it.

David:  I guarantee you, the boys will destroy it.

Sister Meagan and Jess hosted us for dinner and we had a lovely time.  We drove home, happy and trailerless.

And I would like to let the records show that spending two days straight in the truck with the boys is a bit too much.

Happy Sunday!