There was absolutely nothing interesting that happened during the last work week. I got to leave the house an hour earlier than usual so that I could get Amber to the sitters and then I arrived home an hour later since I had to pick her up. (Keith normally does this) By the time I did get home I didn't feel like doing anything at all, so the kids ate crap food all week and the house is trashed. How does a house get trashed when no one is even there? I'm still trying to figure that out, but boy did it happen!
I woke up on Friday feeling like complete crap but I went to work anyway. I don't think that helped at all. By Saturday I thought I was dying. My slightly sore throat had turned into a massive head cold. I couldn't breathe, my eyes were watery, my throat was on fire, AND I was supposed to travel an hour south (with 2 kids and a dog) to help my mom set up for my Step-Father's 67th birthday party. Needless to say, I didn't make it down to Mom's until about 2PM, and I really didn't help do much to set up the party. In all my "smartness" I decided that it would be a good idea to go out drinking on Saturday night, so off I went with my friend Dough to Chili's, a party, and then the bar. I have learned that I still can't drink Crown Royal (bad experience with this when I was 17) I don't like Hennessy, and if you drink both of those with Kahlua & Cream you will end up praying to the toilet god's.
Sunday I made my Freddy Krueger Casserole and got ready for the birthday party. It was a nice relaxing day. The best part was seeing my Great Aunt. I haven't seen her since my wedding 3.5 years ago and it was nice to spend some time with her. She is in her 80's so I want to make every moment count. With that I leave you with a few pics of the party....
