So the wife went on to her conference over the weekend. Day one ends and she calls me all out of sorts. Somehow I had forced her to forget to bring a change of clothes for the baby. I must have had some kind of Jedi mind trick working. "Don't take the clothes, Don't take the clothes." It all worked out. She was able to borrow some from another friend that had also left her husband at home with a dozen or so kids and also happened to have a baby. Imagine that. My wife's friends have tons of kids too.
This leads to Sunday. Sunday starts out nice. One of the little guys chooses to get up at 5:30 and decides he needs dad up too. So I hit 7:30 Mass and my day is wide open. The rest of the family hits a later service and then the older rats head over to a friends house to swim. This only leaves a cook-out in the evening. This is where it gets good. We pick up the kids and of course they are not ready. We are running late and manage to show up 30 minutes late. The only problem is we are the first ones there. Now the wife has some notoriously late friends but this is ridiculous. At this rate, I won't get home until midnite. That is when the host comes out and informs us that we aren't 30 minutes late. We are 24 HOURS AND 30 MINUTES LATE. Just a little date confusion. They graciously still invite us in and feed the herd. Turns out that the party sounded kinda good, we just happened by a bit too late. Better luck next time. I am sure I forced her to forget the date too.
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What is worse than dropping four bills on food at Costco?
Dropping four bills on food at Costco and obviously not getting enough food because you have to stop on the way home and feed the family at Chick-Fil-A.
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