Thriller

After breakfast Robdawg and I decided to get the creative juices flowing by playing random tunes on the piano. Wait it gets better. We took turns guessing the source of inspiration to the sound. I started us off with a short recital of the sound of midnight. And R topped it with a keyed rendition of zebras running from a lion attack. The game went downhill from there - including a more detailed attack of the zebras. And so we stopped. Please note that neither one of us knows how to play the piano.

Baby boy and I then took a nap while daddy ran some errands. This may seem like a pointless piece of info but trust me, it's a very important part of this story. I had a dream. The longest and most annoying dream in the history of dreaming. It starts off with me being at home, but it wasn't here home, it was at my paternal granma's house, but the home looked way bigger than I remember - oh man...I've seriously just forgotten everything else. Wait. Ah shucks. It's all gone. Sigh.

When I finally woke up I could still remember the details of the dream, even the sequence of events. Which never happens! As I only ever remember the random moments. Hmmm...Still blank. Well, if my memory was with me now you'd totally get why I woke up in a not so good mood. That's when the magic of the day took place. As I grumbled to the kitchen with no real intention I picked up some ice cubes and rubbed my face. With assault of cold soothing my skin I made a decision. To take a shower. And - to either carry my negative state and alter everyone else's mood or change my emotions to fit the glorious weather outside. I chose the latter which resulted in the following:

1) an incredibly fun visit to Hobby Lobby (we're preparing for baby boy's birthday party and needed to price some items)
2) caught up on some tv watching (I barely ever watch tv - no scratch that - I never watch tv. So this was kind of interesting, as interesting as X Factor can be)
3) We cooked dinner together accompanied by MJs Thriller (baby boy is quite the dancer! )
4) and later we had a second dinner, sushi! Yum! Made by the great culinary master aka the father in law. Three words: wild, out of this world, perfect. I so meant that to be 3 words.

Well there it is.

A day well spent.