Dear Laney,
If we lived somewhere that mullet hair cuts are all the rage, you would probably be familiar with the commercials that advertise monster truck rallies. They always start with a gravel- voiced announcer shouting, "saturday...Saturday...SATURDAY!!!" before going on to assure you that this Saturday is going to be so awesome/spectacular/frickin' EXPLOSIVE that it will completely blow your mind.
Yesterday was not one of those Saturdays. It was your average, boring, errand-running day... more of a Saturday...saturday...saturrr-zzzzzzzz.
We did stop at Home Depot, so your dad could buy some thingamajiggers and hoozeewhatsits, and so you could restock the Liquid Nails, round up the errant shopping carts, test out the new shower stalls and protest having to wear shoes in public.
We stopped at Outback for some mac n' cheese,
...and then per your request ("Edah's 'ouse! Edah's 'ouse! Edah's 'ouse!"), we stopped at Cedar's house, so you could plant her in a flower box, and she could gently whack you in the head with a badminton racquet.
You know...all the same things I like to do when I get together with my friends. Which reminds me: Karen, when you come to visit in a few weeks, remember to pack a badminton racquet. We're gonna have some good times!
Come on, august...August...AUGUST!!!
Love,
Mom
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