Yup, that was us this weekend.
Now, granted I thoroughly enjoyed WHO I was dating this weekend. But seriously, dude, the actual activity left much to be desired.
Driving around Las Vegas, in the dark, with no headlights, trying to FIND functioning headlights.
Indeed, we left our children with a babysitter and spent 3 hours trying to get headlights for the van.
We were not successful.
Apparently, our particiular kind of minivan requires weird lights. And no one had them. We have to take the car to the DEALER to get them fixed. And both of them are out.
So my Saturday night was ROCKIN'. How was your's?
In other news, please observe:
|From October 2009|
The bummer is now I have to vacuum daily.
And you thought I already did that. Silly.
So that was our weekend. Stinky date (but good company) and a creeping baby.
And Spencer has started declaring his bodily functions in the past-tense. "MOM! I POOPED!" does me absolutely no good.
Oh, and as we were heading out of the garage today in the car, Henry said, "Mom, when we get home, don't say, 'Home again home again, jiggity jig.' I'm tired of it."