Despite the really crappy day on Saturday, the weekend turned out to be relatively nice.
We took our foster dog, Rosie, to another rescue volunteer's house so that he and his wife could take her to an adoption event. We got one nibble from a man with a wife and kids (the kids apparently loved Rosie), but no definite application yet. Her time is coming though, I can feel it. I will have to add her picture back to my sidebar so you all can see how cute she is.
Other than that, and the car shopping experience from hell, we had nowhere to go and nothing to do. After two (or was it three?) trips to WalMart we were finally able to pick up Sam's fourth birthday pictures. What is it with that "portrait studio?" They used to be good but cheap...now they are just cheap and cheap. And the employees...don't even get me started. But we did manage to get some cute shots of Sam to record this moment in time, so I can't complain. I seem to have forgotten to post them...will have to do that later today.
Yesterday we spent outside, working in the yard. I learned that (1) my husband cannot multiply by twos and that (2) I was STUPID to not have gotten a hoe before now(is this not the most magical gardening tool ever?). Because my husband cannot multiply by twos, we still have the tall grass plains of Africa growing in our yard...snakes and toads included. Don't you want to come out for a wildlife safari with us? ick! I have, in fact, stepped ON two snakes during the last two weeks. double ick! But my dear husband promises to return with the correct cutting implement (hopefully he gets help with his math at Home Depot), and the grass will disappear...taking the snakes and toads with it.
This morning, on our way to my office, we hit a bird. Darn thing flew right in front of the minivan from hell and made a horrible thunk on the front grill...and a subsequent thunk on the roof as it went tumbling through the air. I'm sure we killed it, but I didn't have the heart to look back. That makes three...the rabbit when we were in college, the deer in Colorado (never be distracted by the application of chapstick while driving through the Rocky Mountains), and now the bird. Rest in peace little bird.
How many signs of the apocalypse are there anyway?