Mothers Day Weekend

Mothers Day weekend was cold (for May), wet and dreary. On Saturday, I took Matthew with me to do some shopping. At 10:07 am, as we were pulling into the Lowe's parking lot, Matthew declares, "I hungry. I want a snack. I want nachos." This was surprising, because usually he wants a bar (granola bar) or Teddy Grahams. The boy is moving on to nachos. Is this an early step towards manhood?

We finished up at Lowe's and moved on to Gordman's (or, as Brandon says, "Bored-mans") and I bought everyone a swimsuit for our summer vacation. If you are female, or have ever been swimsuit shopping with a female, you know how extraordinary this feat is. One store. One stop. Found a swimsuit. Matthew is still going on about nachos. So we went home, gathered up the rest of the family and went out for nachos.

On Sunday, I started the day out in my PJs chasing Binki down the street. I had gone out for the morning paper and let Binki out in the front yard with me so she could, you know, answer the call of nature. I'm standing there waiting for her to finish and she looks back at me like, "Who are you, strange woman?" and takes off down the street, continuing to look back at me like she doesn't recognize me. I go after her, because I don't want her running away and getting hurt or getting into the neighbor's garbage or things of that nature. She's fast enough that I'm trying to grab her and I'm only getting the tip of her tail. I'm finally able to get my hand on her behind and she falls to the street and yelps. (Note: Binki's always been a drama queen. I did not hurt the dog.)

I grab her collar and lead her back home. I think she uses her age against us sometimes. She pretends she can't hear, but she comes running when we're in the kitchen, as she's afraid she's going to miss some random food being dropped to the floor. She acts like she all sore and arthritic, yet she takes off down the street with ease. Now she's got a confusion act. I'm not buying it yet.

The rest of Mothers Day was very nice. I got notecards from Brandon, a peaceful lunch experience from Matthew (he was tired and was kind of still while we ate), a homemade foam bracelet, a homemade foam picture frame with a picture of Matthew, and some spa time from all the guys. I just hope the neighbors did not see me outside on Mothers Day, wearing flannel PJs and stumbling after an old, confused dog.