The Easter dress finally made it's debut...I know it's Labor Day. Don't judge me. We've only gotten the church groove down since early summer. Since this was the last Sunday we could wear the white sandals (or face the wrath of no-white-shoes-after-Labor-Day-Molly), it was now or never. SO stinkin' cute. Molly bought the three grandgirls matching dresses/ensembles for Easter...maybe we'll try again next year. Little Miss seems to dig Sunday School and has been petitioning to go to Children's Church...which is going to necessitate our going to some sort of grown-up Sunday School class...or sit through church services twice. I can't very well tell her that she CAN'T go to church! We'll see what we work out next Sunday.
I owe Loverboy a grudging apology, whether he knows it or not. I thought he was pulling a crybaby sick show because he had single parent duty while I gallivanted all over town having fun yesterday. He stayed home from church (I did NOT yell "faker!" when Little Miss and I went). The hymns today were of the old school variety, which I like. And, thankfully, the minister wrapped up his series on "When Bad Things Happen to Good People" series. Serious downer. I'm Job-ed out. When we got home Loverboy said his throat was killing him. I asked if he had a fever (anything over 98.7 for him would qualify, in his opinion) thinking maybe he had strep throat. No fever. Of course I said people don't always have a fever with strep, then Little Miss and I left for Molly and Papa's for spaghetti and meatball Sunday lunch. I'll admit, I still thought he was just handily avoiding the high volume sports-arama that is my parents' house on a Sunday in the fall. After a post-pasta nap, Little Miss and I returned home to change out of sauce-stained t-shirts and head down to the Christian Biker Bash on the Square. Yes. You read that right.
I'll admit "Christian biker"--not exactly words I use to describe myself. But I knew there'd be kettle corn. And snowcones. Maybe some skull and crossbone doodads/jewelry to add to my Pirates (school) collection. Little Miss was determined to bring Emily. It quickly became apparent Emily will need to be socialized before we enter the dog costume parade in October. From chihuahua to mastiff, she was ready for a fight! Well, a good barking and then hiding behind me, anyway.
If I'd had prized to hand out, they would have gotten 1st.
We didn't look very closely at any of the motorcycles, either. A tad too loud for the furry one. Last year, my favorite was the one with scenes from the Wizard of Oz airbrushed on it. We missed the Amazing Feats of Strength Performed by Christian Body Builders, but did catch the Bikers Old Style Gospel singin'. There was a good crowd...really, very nice people... not a lot of doodads that caught my interest BUT...
Oh, yeah. Probably the last of the summer 2010 snowcones--Tigersblood, if you're wondering.
We girls always have a great time togther. Can I get an "Amen"?
But wait...Loverboy decided to take himself off to the doc-in-a-box when we got home. No offices are going to be open tomorrow, either, so why suffer? Guess who has strep throat. Go ahead, guess. So, yes, Loverboy, you were as sick as you thought. Ten minutes with the doc, two hours waiting for antibiotics at Walgreens, and now on the road back to health. Who'll be the next Nockinbird to succumb...? Pray for us.
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