Saturday Night

It's 6:46pm.

We had a workday at the church and I am home now collapsed onto our leather loveseat. We are going to grill some burgers and are now debating going shopping later this evening (since I own nothing "easter-y" to wear to church tomorrow). I am not big on pastels. We'll see what happens.

Hope you are having a fine weekend.

UPDATE


(This is my daughter choking my son. She loves this picture for some reason)


It's 9:50pm and I am back from shopping now collapsed on the leather couch. Ash and I braved the crowds and tried to find something for her, myself and Dylan that matched a bracelet that Robin had. Don't ask me the algorythym that tied all this together but I was willing to go with my girl to find whatever...if it all works out...we are to go and get a family picture done (it's been a long long time) after church tomorrow.

I enjoyed spending the time with my 16 year old daughter despite the fact that we hit Goodys, and Old Navy before finally finding a store that had what we were looking for. She's good company and has a tendency to talk my ears off which is okay by me. I am sure there are plenty of teenage daughters that don't have the time of day for their parents so I count myself blessed. I heard a song on the radio today by Steven Curtis Chapman that talks about dancing with his Cinderella (his daughter when she was young playing dress up) and then teaching her to dance again for her prom and then one more lesson for her wedding. The line that MADE ME CRY IN MY MANLY TRUCK today was this "I know something that the prince doesn't know - by midnight she won't be my little girl anymore". Cough. Choke. Sputter.

Let's not talk about that anymore.