Porky Pig

Monday:

I'm starting to believe that this "blog about every single day" idea was a bad one, but I shall continue on and allow you to suffer through it with me...

Monday morning I woke up and walked by Thomas (who was already up for work) and asked how he slept and if he wanted anything for breakfast. I then got a bowl of cereal and walked back into the living room where he proceeded to ask me, "Hey! When did you get up?"

Apparently, my grandparents aren't the only ones that can't differentiate between my mom's voice and mine (although, he stands firm in his argument that he just didn't expect me to be awake, so he just assumed that it was my mom talking to him...I guess I can choose to believe him).

Around noon, I went to my mom's work to meet her for lunch, which ended up being more of an event than we had originally anticipated. First we tried El Tio Pepe (Who says I don't ever have an opinion? I wanted Mexican, darnit!), but my poor little Mexican joint had burnt down. We then went with my mom's choice of Great Harvest Bread Company, but apparently they are closed (errrr...."loafin'", as it said on the door) on Mondays. When my mom and I had both exhausted our first choices, we just put a bunch of restaurant names in a hat and drew one out (I'm kidding...we didn't have a hat in the car, we put the names in a tin can). We eventually ended up at Chili's.


After lunch, I went to the grocery store, went home and made random sides to go with the BBQ my mom was bringing home after work until it was dinner time (why are all of these blogs about eating?? Dang...seriously...). Seth, Laura, Logan, Sadie, and my grandparents came over around 5:30 and we hung out and ate BBQ (or "Porky Pig", as Logan calls it...which is a little disturbing since he won't eat pork unless you tell him it's that lovable cartoon character with a speech impediment). After eating about 5 bites of dinner, Logan wanted to go watch Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs for about 5 minutes until he was on to his next activity. Eventually, everyone just went home, Thomas went downstairs to watch fuzzy TV and I fell asleep on the couch around 8:30. Go ahead and say it...I know you want to. I'm a freaking party animal.