I just heard that phrase on HGTV Saturday night and it stuck.
But it's not because Alise and I didn't beg Wayne to take the day off. He just can't seem to sit still lately and is determined to continue working on the house. This weekend, he got the bathroom cabinets tore out, took the green kitchen countertops off (sliced his hands to pieces) and made lots and lots of trips to Home Depot. I also want to give a special shout out to my nephew for putting in the living room lighting this weekend! Thank you, Chad! I am SO proud of them!
Alise came running into the living room Saturday morning.
Alise: Where is Papaw's card?
Me: In my purse.
Alise: Ok. I just didn't want to loose it. Is tomorrow Father's Day?
Alise: When is Daughter's Day?
I nearly blew cereal through my nose!
I wanted to say, "EVERY DAY is "Daughter's Day" in your world, Sista!"
Yes, dear blog readers, I. have. lost. my. mind. My southern divabelle got her first Vera Bradley this weekend. And it has not moved from her hip all weekend! She thinks she's something carrying a pack of gum around in that itty bitty thing and keeps asking me when I'm going to give her a debit card. I may have temporarily lost my mind, but I'm not stupid.
On Saturday morning, I took Alise and EC to see "Toy Story 3." The girls had a ball and loved the movie! It was really cute but I did cry at the end.
On Sunday, I woke up with a migraine so we didn't make it to church. I felt bad on top of my headache for ruining Wayne's day so I managed to muster some strength and we went out for lunch at a favorite local gourmet pizza restaurant. The food was so good that my headache faded a little, but as soon as we walked back outside and got in the truck, it came back and I got nauseous. I OD'd on Excedrin and went back to bed for the third time. When I woke up, I was finally headache-free so Alise and I made chocolate chip cookies for Wayne that afternoon.