We have got to start doing something exciting with our weekends. If we can’t step up our activity level, my posts will continue to suffer from lack of excitement. Oh, and we should do more stuff as a family and bond and blah, blah, blah.
I’m just not sure how compelling it is to read “I took a nap on Saturday”.
Anyway, I’ll soldier on because I’m like the guy at Dunkin Donuts. It’s time to make the donuts or write the blog post as the case may be.
And speaking of Dunkin Donuts, I read sometime last week they are opening 75 stores in the San Antonio area. Folks, that is ALOT of donuts. I mean, I am all for donuts. In fact, I’m such a fan it could be part of my campaign slogan if I were to ever run for PTA president or something, but 75 stores in one city?
It seems like a little munchkin overkill. (Isn’t that what they call their donut holes? I don’t want anyone to think I’m slandering little people)
On Saturday morning we headed to a birthday party for one of Caroline’s friends. It was at a local amusement park for little kids called Kiddie Park. And I’m using the terms “amusement park” and “for kids” very loosely. I mean, the kids love it but the little rides have definitely seen better days.
Case in point, check out the color of this water on the boat ride.
I don’t even want to think about the results a water quality test would show.
Black plague anyone?
One of the other moms at the party told me she had been there a few weeks ago and the little roller coaster was closed. The park worker explained it was closed for repairs, then pointed over to a far corner of the ride and said, “Right over yonder is where they always lose an eye.”
Lord have mercy.
Always lose an eye?
It seems like that would have made the local news.
Either way, I think maybe we’ll stick to the carousel.
After the party, Caroline and I headed home. I took a little nap while she climbed all over me. It was very restful and soothing, much like the sound of nails on a chalkboard.
She finally wore me down and we went to Mimi and Bop’s house so she could swim. In case I haven’t mentioned it, it’s still about 116 degrees here every day. South Texas in the fall is very similar to hell.
But with mosquitoes.
Finally, we headed home. P had gone hunting for the evening and wouldn’t be back until later that night, so I asked Caroline if she wanted to order pizza since it was “just us girls”.
Last Saturday night, she stayed at Gulley’s while P and I hosted a baby shower. Gulley “made” the kids a pizza by unwrapping and heating up a frozen pizza in the oven. Caroline talked all week long about how delicious the pizza was that Gulley made.
So, I suggested pizza and she said sure, pizza sounded good. And said it with the same enthusiasm as if I’d asked her if she’d like to go dig a 10 foot ditch in the backyard.
And I know that because I frequently ask her to go dig large ditches in the backyard.
I put her in the bathtub and told her I was going to order the pizza. What kind did she want?
She sighed deeply and said, “There’s no way any pizza is going to be as good as the pizza Gulley made, I’ll just have dino nuggets.”
Yes, because Gulley slaved over that $3.00 frozen pizza. It was a labor of love.
But I guess what they say is true, DiGiorno really is better than delivery.