I forgot to include No Kittyback Riding. Thanks, Dixie. Simon really appreciated that.
Tomorrow, we're having Girl Day, courtesy of Wal-Mart. At 9:30, the girls are going with me to get my eyes checked for new glasses, then we're walking over to the pretzel place for a treat (because I have a coupon). The next stop is the hair salon at the front of the store, where the girls are getting 'real haircuts' like mommy got yesterday. Then we drive across the interstate to go to Sam's, where each girl can pick out their first day of school dress. We'll pick up a pizza from the deli, then come home to have lunch with the boys and make hair bows to match their dress selections.
Later that night we go to their school to drop off their excessively-labeled supplies and let them meet their teachers before they start Kindergarten. Hopefully, this will all go charmingly as planned, and I won't have any lovely snares in my plan, such as getting caught shoplifting at Wal-Mart.
I realize this example sounds completely random, but I learned last week that going through the self-checkout while dead-on-your-feet tired can have very negative consequences. Fortunately, I was neither harassed nor arrested, and just allowed to go back and pay for the label maker that I still swear I heard beep before going home to label markers and their caps individually with small labels of Dixie and Melody.
I think I may have to rename my blog Misadventures With Gretchen.