Standing in line at Target on a Saturday afternoon may be a tradition as American as apple pie. The girls were behaving and all was pleasant. That is, until the moronic woman in front of us decided she needed to start going through her bulging envelope of coupons instead of putting her items on the conveyor belt. She only had 15 minutes of waiting beforehand to get her things in order, but, no, she refused to start checking out until she pulled out 8 coupons. By then, both the cashier and I asked her to please move on. And she yelled at both of us.
The intended purpose of the trip was to return a defective iPad we had bought a few weeks ago. With my limited energy getting ready for surgery on Thursday, perhaps we could have found 100 other less taxing things to do on a Saturday afternoon.
I had gone skiing the other day. It was fun- until my entire midsection started screaming with pain. I will be happy to get this nerve blocker implanted and be more comfortable.
The children are being, well, typical siblings. They love each other one moment and hate each other the next, with a whole lot more hating than loving nowadays. Andrew has become re-obsessed with one of his Build a Bears and is driving everyone nuts with it. Emily has entered teenagedom a few years too early. Sarah is frustrated by all that's going on. And, Julia, is, well, Julia.
We are looking forward to seeing our best friends and having our annual post-Christmas dinner and cookie making marathon. Here's to some wonderful memories being made today.
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