It's just Payton and me tonight. The girls and Bill have gone to play like they are homeless about 1.5 hours away. (AKA Camping) Blechy.Yucky.No-thank-you-very-much. Oh, well, Pate and I weren't invited anyway since this camp out was only for fathers and daughters.
Typical for Payton and me when we are by ourselves, we head on over to The Sizzler and grab us up some overpriced grub. He: the steak and unlimited, deep fried, minuscule, baby shrimp complete with fries, his beloved cheese toast, and a frosty Dr. Pepper. Me: the salad bar of course. Tonight I was definitely tempted to snag an avocado or two and plant them in my purse for future guac, but I resisted and just went with my three platefuls of salad. Yep, 3 I tell you. Surprisingly delicious, this trip with minimum Nascar loving, plaid flannel shirt wearing, tattoo commenting, lumberjack looking patrons.
Aaaaanyway, on with the updating. Heaven knows I'm doing this for my family's benefit so I need to keep documenting and writing my rememberings down for future Ball's!
Easter this year was a vast improvement from previous years. I actually went to the store, bought a variety of candy, purchased small gifts for each child, and put everything out for display on the kitchen table Easter morning. What? I know that's what your typical Easter entails, but for some reason, Easter always creeps up on me and before I know it, there are only circus peanuts and peachy rings as the candies of choice. And, hey, at least I didn't just buy each kid a bag of candy and call it good like in 2009. (Still trying to forget that year...)
Friday, June 15, 2012
Posted by The Ball Babies at 10:15 PM