Run-around

Is it me, or do Saturdays always feel like errand day? I feel like I have this one day set aside for work OR play (never "and") but never get to do everything on my list.

Got Done:
Lunch with family (although I barely ate because I had 2 bowls of cereal for breakfast... everything is starting to get stuck in my throat)
Haircuts for the whole family (you should have seen the rodent we made with hair)
Went shopping for clothes (everyone since there were so many sales this weekend)
Prepped for Father's Day
Order Bj (my little bro) to clean the bathroom (supervision included)

Did Not Get Done:
Pull ups at Target for James - I'm always seconds too late because I can't take off the diaper fast enough and James tells me too late.
Get an ice cream cake for tomorrow. DANGIT!
Buy jeans for work - but I sure did find a lot of dressses! (You convinced me it was definitely the way to go)
Laundry (oh we hates the laundry!)

I also forgot to mail a father's day card to my dad because I ran out of stamps and didn't mail it with the rest of the pack.

I had a lot of things to say. I swear. But it's all escaping me.

Oh. Right. Two nights ago I dreamt I was really pregnant and keep loading and unloading a shot gun. I dreamt I killed something (maybe it was someone, I can't remember). But it was weird because I dreamt I was Michael but still me. That probably doesn't make any sense at all. But I was defending our home/family and something was creeping around. So I waited until it came. Now the details are getting fuzzy. But I just thought it was funny. Even though I grew up with guns and my dad gave me my own when I turned 12, I rarely know anything about Michael's guns. I'm so out of the loop.

So, right. Now that you're all unsettled about guns and feel all akward, I'm ending this post.