We spent all day July 5th in our pajamas. Except for the twenty minutes that I put on real clothes to go drive through and pick up Mexican food for dinner. My ambition knows no bounds.
On Saturday morning we decided that it might be fun to join Mimi and Bops in Houston for the rest of the weekend, especially since P was leaving for a fishing trip. So we loaded up the car and drove to Houston. Just to clarify, I drove since Texas law frowns upon nine year old drivers no matter how cute they may be.
We spent the rest of the weekend just hanging out and I’m proud to report that we ate Italian food both nights we were there. San Antonio is a lovely city, but it is sorely lacking when it comes to proper Italian cuisine so I always feel the need to carb load on pasta when in Houston.
On Sunday we walked around the Galleria for a while and Caroline was devastated to learn that Dylan’s Candy Bar has closed down. Apparently you have to sell a lot of candy to afford the rent in the Galleria. So we went to Gap instead where I was thrilled that she wanted to buy shorts that aren’t running shorts but rather actual nice shorts that comprise an outfit.
It’s the little victories.
Of course I made sure to not show any real excitement. Just a slight nod with an “Okay. If you like them then we can get them.” No sudden movements. No smiling.
And then we made our way to Nordstrom where I died a slow death in the dressing room while she tried on a bunch of things at a speed that would make a snail say “MOVE IT ALONG, FRANCES!”
We drove back to San Antonio yesterday and Caroline decided to watch a movie on the computer so I put my iPod on shuffle to listen to whatever music I wanted. And after a while I realized that I kept having to skip past all the Christmas songs. So many Christmas songs. Which is when I discovered I hadn’t actually put my iPod on shuffle, but rather at the letter C. And A LOT of Christmas songs start with the word “Christmas” in case you didn’t know.
The bigger question is why I haven’t taken the Christmas music off my iPod since it’s, you know, July.
We finally made it home after a quick stop at Buccee’s for Funyuns and beef jerky and I have been doing laundry ever since. Caroline and I are leaving on Wednesday for a quick trip to Nashville and I thought it might be a kick to pack clean clothes. And since I haven’t done laundry since some time that is long forgotten, it will be my full-time job for the next twenty-four hours.
I don’t mean to brag about all the glamour.
One more quick thing before I go. I feel I should warn you it has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of this post. I realize that’s sad given how riveting this entire thing has been, what with all the talk of Italian food and Christmas songs.
A couple of weeks ago when Caroline was at Aggie Soccer Camp, there was also a cheerleader camp going on. At least I assumed it was a cheerleader camp given the number of girls carrying shiny pom-pons wearing curly ponytails with enormous bows. But maybe it was just an Amway convention. I don’t know.
Anyway, there were a group of cheerleaders with Spartans embroidered across their uniforms and, naturally, we immediately thought of Will Farrell and Cheri Oteri. The original Spartan cheerleaders. Gulley and I decided it was time to introduce the kids to the wonders that are Craig and Arianna.
(I also need to quickly let you know that I received a notice of my parking ticket in the mail at my house in San Antonio. The long arm of the UPD tracked me down. It’s just a matter of time before they show up on my doorstep on their segways.)
I’m including the clip of the Spartan cheerleaders here just in case you haven’t had the pleasure recently.
Go Spartans.