I was going to make a run to the store tonight, but it's already 7 and Hubby isn't back from his meeting. I'm rapidly approaching the point where I turn into a pumpkin and am done for the night. Maybe I'll just have a beer and go to the store tomorrow. That sounds REALLY good to me!
#1 is at a fund raiser for his youth group tonight, so we won't see him until around 10:30 or so.
#2 is practicing his trumpet upstairs, trying to figure out one of the tunes from one of the Pirates of the Caribbean. He has the first phrase figured out, and so far all it sounds like is I Was Made For Lovin' You by Kiss.
#3 is out in the garage splitting his attention between Transformers and a video game.
As for me, I'm relaxing. Really, truly relaxing.
Therein also lies the problem with my original plan to go to the store tonight. I'm relaxed to the point that I don't want to change out of my sweats, put on shoes, and go to the store.
OK, that cinches it. I'll go shopping tomorrow. I'm fairly sure I have at least one Red Stripe in the fridge that has my name on it...