Car Wash, working at the car wash, yeah.....

Mitch got up at the crack of dawn on Saturday and took the boys fishing. When the girls and I finally got up, we gave ourselves pedicures and went to the Farmer's Market. There was a huge rummage sale in town, so we went to that as well. Olivia found a freaky, very close-up painting of Santa's face that she had to have, Grace found some teeny-tiny muffin tins that were "so, so cute!", and I found the perfect size desk for Jack's room. I had to load it into my van by myself, because I was afraid to ask the frail old Lion's Club guys for help. When we got home, the boys still weren't back from fishing yet, so I hauled the desk up to Jack's room so I could surprise him. I spent an hour rearranging Jack's very heavy furniture to make it all work, while Grace kept reminding me, "Mommy! You said S-H-I-T again!"

The boys came home with 2 dozen fish. That is, they stopped at Walmart on the way home from their fruitless fishing trip and bought goldfish for our pond. Henry was most excited about the very perfect piece of crisp bacon he had at the restaurant where they went out to breakfast. I'm still hearing about that damn crisp bacon.

Mitch and the little ones spent the rest of the afternoon washing the cars. I didn't want to get in their way, so I hauled a lawn chair out to the driveway where I could sit, drink my tea, and help them find spots they missed. I'm good like that. At one point, Henry glared at me and said, "you know, you're not being very respectful of someone who is scrubbing your tires." (Note my pedicure!)