God Bless the 3 Day Weekend.... and America

Oh how I adore the 3 day weekend. There is just something so glorious about an extra day off. A freebie.

I spent that freebie Friday exactly how I had planned.

I had big dreams of doing very little, and I am pleased to say I accomplished my dreams.

And it was everything I thought it would be, and more.

I didn't mosey out of bed until after 11am. Ahhhhh the sleep in. A personal favorite of mine. After a nice cup of morning (near-afternoon) coffee, I sat outside and read my Bible while David pruned his bonsai tree.

After that I came inside and promptly got to the tasks at hand. My agenda included catching up on blogs, emails, watching the Netflix movie I had ordered ("The Women", for those curious), and other misc TV.

It's hard work, but someone has got to do it. I mean, afterall, that TV is not just gonna watch itself.


Saturday we got up and got ready to head to Salem with Dave's brother and sister in law. We hopped in my beloved Jetta and got on the freeway.

The following conversation soon ensued:

Tony: "Is the car warbling a bit?"
David: "YES! That's what I've been telling her!"
Me: "Really? A warble? David's mentioned that before....." (insert me drifting off because something shiny caught my eye.)
Tony: "Yes, the car seems to be driving a little off balance, albeit slightly"
Me: "Huh? Oh yes, back to the car....do you think I should pull over??? I really think it's nothing. I drive this car everyday and whatever warble you two speak of doesn't seem to be effecting the driving..."

The boys eventually agree we should be fine to just keep going.

It's important to me that you take note of that last sentence. It wasn't just my decision that we would be fine, we were in agreement.

Risa, you may have noticed, did not join in on this conversation. Smart move on her part, as then she could not be blamed later when this became the state of our affairs:



Yup. A few miles and an almost completely tread-less tire later, we were on the side of the road.

Luckily for us, my dad and stepmom were headed our very direction and only about 20 minutes away! They arrived and rescued us. Thanks again Dad and Ann!!!

Even after our little detour, we still made it in plenty of time to BBQ and watch fireworks with these little cuties:
So all in all, who could complain??

Then I stole this little guy for the night...With a cuteness factor that high, can you blame me??

We had a slumber party last night. I learned two things about him. One, if he gets even a teeny, measly, 15 minute cat nap on the way home close to bed time, that will recharge him for a good 3 hours. Seriously. It was after midnight and I kept saying "don't you think we should head to bed? Aren't you getting sleepy??". Nope. Just wanted more Faffles. *Waffles, to those of you who don't speak James*. And Two, even if he goes to sleep well after 1:00am, this kid gets up before 8:00am.

Luckily the other thing I learned is he will sit quietly and watch cartoons while his Auntie Kendra catches a few more Z's.

This morning he was a big helper as we made this tasty recipe for our Church's picnic.

And after driving him back down to Salem to drop him back off, I am home...putting off cleaning and getting ready for the week, and blogging instead.

Hope you all had a FABULOUS 4th of July!