My ten year high school reunion is next weekend, and I've been planning on wearing something I already own. Since I get dressed up pretty much, oh, never, I don't have many things from which to choose. This afternoon at the mall I found a dress that I thought was pretty cute and really comfortable, which is a huge bonus. I bought it, planning on wearing it to the reunion. When we got home and I tried it on for Steve, he said it looked more like pajamas than a dress. Rats. I've been wearing it all evening (I told you it was comfortable!) and he keeps calling it my house dress. It seems I will not be wearing it to the reunion.
Right before we left the mall today, we stopped and got a big pretzel to eat. I was pushing Emma in the stroller, carrying Noah in the sling, and trying to juggle my bag, our pretzel, and our drink all at the same time. I managed to get a couple napkins pulled out of the dispenser and I dropped them in Emma's lap and asked her to carry them. She sighed and said, "Why do I always have to carry everything?" Heh. She has no idea.