I’m free. For a couple hours. Du is the best father in the world because he has the girls on a Daddy/Daughter date. He likes doing those. Weekly. And now that we’re settled in after the move he can start doing those again.
I have designated Tuesday nights as scrapbooking night. Each Tuesday night I’m going to take a couple of hours to get my pics into an album. Once a month I’ll do it with the ladies in the neighborhood at the club house. Tonight I didn’t feel like going though. It’s been raining all day, which I’m actually happy about. The rain has given me a headache though. I wasn’t feeling very social, and I hadn’t gotten anything together. So I decided to head out to the nearest wifi hotspot and work on my Picaboo digital album.
This leads me to where I am now. I first tried a Panera Bread. Couldn’t even find a parking space. Headed back closer to home remembering that there’s a Books A Million I could try. Wait, is that another Panera I see? I actually got into this restaurant and the oneoutlet that is accessible to patrons was being used. And a bunch of teenage girls had just come in to eat, I guess. What do teenage girls like about Panera? I pulled into the BAM parking lot and reminded myself that there’s always Chick Fil-A, which wouldn’t be any less crowded than the first Panera I tried. We truly are a nation that would rather eat out than eat at home (too expensive for us though). Thankfully there was an outlet with my name on it and a quiet corner just for me at BAM.
So here I sit and I haven’t started scrapbooking yet. I did want to let you know some things I’ve observed so far:
- gum that comes in a plastic case you can attach to your key chain. How cool is that. I want one.
- sunflower seeds…covered in candy coated chocolate. Where have you been all my life?
- a woman speaking on the cell phone in an accent I can only place as French with strong Eastern European tendencies. Couldn’t figure out what she was saying.
- a kid begging his dad to buy him a toy every day of the week. Apparently this dad only gets to see his kid a couple of days a week. I laugh knowing that what is first and foremost important to the kid is possessions…and feel sorry for the dad. But I know that kid will come to realize how much his father did for him when he was little. Then he’ll feel bad for bugging his dad about the toys he didn’t have and be grateful for the ones Daddy did buy him. And from what Daddy says, he buys the kid something each weekend. Too much in my opinion, but when you’re divorced you gotta go to extremes sometimes.
Off to scrapbook. I promise.