Happiest Day on Earth

Dear Ashley,

Happy Birthday to my baby girl.  I'm sad that we weren't able to give you breakfast in bed on the red "You are Special Today" plate, and sing to you while you wear the birthday cake hat with it's flaming candles.  We didn't get to huddle together with you on our bed and watch you eat while you opened your presents.  Instead, we sent you off to California and Disneyland with your best friend and a pocketful of cash.  What kind of parents have we become?  Please forgive us.  I did give you a wonderful gift, which you will discover when you come home tomorrow:  a clean room!  Yes, I went through every drawer and cleaned out/organized your dresser, closet, book shelf, desk, and under the bed (unfortunately, I still did not find the two missing phones...which was the real reason behind the massive room detox).  I hope you know how much we love you and are so happy that you joined our family 14 years ago. How lucky for you to spend your Happiest Day on Earth at the Happiest Place on Earth. Have a Magical Day!  (cue The Cricket singing....)

Love,

Your mommy

The Case of the Missing Glasses

I called Steve at work this morning to check on how his day was going, and I could tell that he was in a crabby mood.  When I asked him what was wrong, he responded with a very stressful, "I can't find my glasses!"

I asked a couple of question on when he last wore them and tried to calm him with "well, they must be in the office, just retrace your steps and ask the office staff to be on the look out for them."  I  figured that he must have set them down somewhere while talking to someone and walked away without them.  I knew he'd find them eventually.  Turns out I was right, and we got a good laugh of WHERE we found them: on my mother's face!  My mom, bless her heart, is still--at age 74--working for Steve.  She had been in his office earlier today and was admiring his sunglasses.  Without realizing that her own glasses were propped on top of her head, she took Steve's reading glasses as she was leaving the office...thinking they were hers.  When I came in later this morning to bring her some lunch, I noticed that she had on a pair of glasses that looked A LOT like Steve's missing glasses.  When I asked about it, she reached up to take the glasses off and look at them, then saw her own glasses sitting on her desk!  We had a pretty good laugh and quickly put Steve's glasses back front and center on his desk.  As I left the office, I patted myself on the back and exclaimed, "My work here is done!"

Breaking Free

As Madi and I drove into St. George at midnight, I turned to her and said, "You know, if we got up at 5:30 in the morning and drove to the beach, we could be there before noon..."

Ahhh, Laguna...I just can not stay away.  I've been land locked a little too long and just needed to squish the sand between my toes, feel the salty breeze on my face, hear the roar of crashing waves and yes, even watch the cute surfer boys brave the cold water and do their thing.

It was a fun, quick, SPONTANEOUS road trip, but I had a great accomplice:  thanks for throwing your hat in, Madi!