it's raining out. lots and lots of raining. this morning i got up and plopped down on the couch. my dad was already gone. the rain woke me up and i had to go pee. mom let me sit there quietly for a few minutes before she started in- what do you want for breakfast? cinnamon crunchie pillows. mom says- no. so i opted for a cup full of maple brown sugar crunchie pillows. they're good enough.
mom's phone rang and it was my dad. he wanted a ride to work because it's so rainy out. so i had to get off the couch and get dressed. mom and i drove to the Y and picked up dad. we dove him off to work in the rain. there was some traffic. i guess everyone else was getting rides today too.
dropped dad off and it was off to do the grocery shopping. we were there super early so no one was about. mom and i did the shopping in piece. there was a big list of things to get. lots of things mom likes were on sale today. got the shopping done and mom drove us home again.
mom unpacked the groceries and then it was back in the car for us. we're going to some estates sales- in the rain. the first sale we went to was in a nice neighborhood nearby. the house was nice and clean. everything was organized and well priced. mom found a few things to buy. nothing super exciting. the next sale was not too nice. an older lady lived there and she just wasn't up to the challenge of keeping it clean. things were old and sticky. mom and i didn't buy anything. we just went off to our next mission- post office.
mom drove us to the post office. i put the postcard up on the counter and the girl told me it would be $1.05, so i handed her the money to pay. no big deal. one postcard on it's way to england.
our last chore of the day was to stop at the Y and pick up dad's keys. he accidentally left them there. oops. mom and i got them though and some paperwork to sign me up for swim lessons. awesome.
since it's so crap and rainy out mom says i can sit on the couch all day watching toystory movies. whoo-hooo.
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