The Weekender: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

This weekend was jam packed. Saturday we got up and headed to the beach to watch the air show....for five hours. Rest assured there was a hat on my head and sunscreen galore so I didn't get burned. We had a great time. It was so relaxing to just lay out on the beach and watch the planes go by. When it got too hot we'd stick our feet in the water, but you couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day.

That night Jared and I had to chaperone a dance, so we got to debut this years Halloween costumes! I'm swooning over how they turned out, and we spent less then 20 bucks on the whole caboodle.

I gotta give props to the old bird, when he does something, he does it all the way. He was very meticulous about his soot placement. We stepped in time to Gangnam Style, Jared slow danced with his broom, good times and late night pumpkin Blizzards were had....

And then disaster struck. I'd been having back pains all week, and after dancing around like a maniac in four inch heels I was not in a good way. By the time we got home my back muscles were super tight and I looked more like the Bird Woman then Mary Poppins.

Hobbling around like a goblin, I went to ready the roast for Sunday dinner. It wasn't there. I checked the bag 3-4 times, hunted around my fridge-gone. We were having the missionaries over and I had literally nothing else to fix so there was only one thing to do. WalMart. We went to one, closed (how?!) we went to another and then this happened.

 

Yes my friends if you spotted a Mormon chick with really rosey cheeks riding a rascal in WalMart late late in the evening, it was me.   Suffice to say, by the time we got home I could barely move but the roast was got and we made it home. All in a days work.