Great weekend.

I will give you the Reader's Digest condensed version:

The trip was great, the girls were wonderful fun. The oldest did love her necklace very much, and wore it to school today. She couldn't wait to tell her class about it at morning share. 

The youngest is hilarious. Her attempts to master the language is entertaining. Her favorite word is no, of course, but also puts her index finger up to her face, and says, 'Mo Pine?' which means, of course, 'one more time'. 

It was good to see everyone again, but we came home a day early. A family situation made us feel as if it were important to be at home, just in case we were needed for anything.  

A tenant stopped in to pay her rent. She had been fostering a little girl for months. We were delighted to find that last Thursday, everyone's wish came true. She was able to formally adopt the little girl. It is permanent. Such happiness!

We went to the new house so that Tim could hang his new tree stand and install the climbing sticks. I went to the garage to see the kittens and feed them after four days away. Oh my goodness! Were they happy to see me. They acted as if they were starving (they weren't, although rations may have been a wee bit skimpier than usual). They all ate from my hand, and today I petted all four of them, even Minnie!

On the trip back home, my eyeballs began to ache. 'How strange,' I thought. 'I wonder what that means?' I even fell asleep in the car. By the time that we got home, I found out. I have a fierce cold. 

We stopped at a store to pick up some night time cold medication. There was a line. A half dozen people waited. The line creeped forward. Finally we were second in line. The lone cashier chattered away to the people in front of us, talking about kids and life and etc. It went on for such a long time that really, I began to get impatient about it. I said to the woman behind me, "I'll feel guilty about my ungraciousness tomorrow, I imagine, but right now, I just want to get my cold stuff and go home." We had a whole conversation as a store manager stood in line behind us watching the whole thing play out. 

Finally, she said, "Amanda!" 

The girl looked back and said, "What?" 

I missed the gesture, but the girl finished up that customer in short order and finally moved on to us. 

So...that's the short version. I feel like crap and hope I haven't given it to anyone at my son's house.