AKA: the day after our due date. (Still no baby. . . . Aside from that, it was a very good day. )  : )

Clint surprised me with french toast for breakfast, then surprised me a couple more times with my gifts. He went up into the attic and came back with wrapping paper, so I assumed that when he went into the other room he was going to wrap my gift. Instead, he came out a few minutes later, no gift in sight, put in a cd, then sat down at his loaner laptop. I didn’t really think anything of it — just figured that he’d remembered something else that he needed to do first.

I finished rinsing my plate then, as I was drying my hands, noticed what song was playing: it was a Kenny Chesney song from an album that I’d been saying that I’d like to have — No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem — he’d picked it up while we were out shopping earlier this week, and I’d had no idea! I was very happy. . . .  : )

So, after a few minutes I went into the office to check email and check in on craigslist and cuteoverload. He came in shortly after and told me that he’d like me to stop what I was doing and go listen to my new cd — he had some work to do on this computer. No problem, except I didn’t feel much like sitting. . . . I turned the music up and decided to finish the breakfast cleanup; not much left besides washing the griddle and putting away the syrup, but at least it gave me something to do for a few minutes.

When I was done, I noticed that Clint hadn’t finished his orange juice. I took it into the office to see if he wanted to drink it or if he wanted me to put it away; I think he decided to drink it, but I was a bit distracted because he had a funny look on his face and kept glancing behind him. I looked behind him to see what he was looking at, and noticed that Thunderbird was open; I figured D-Tools was acting up and not letting him log in or something, and decided to get out of there quickly so he could focus — but then it registered that something was different about the desk. I looked behind him again, and saw a new black keyboard and wireless mouse sitting there with a card on top of it!

He’s awfully good with the gift selection. . . . : )

The rest of the day was great: Dave brought the kids over around 1:00. I’d just gotten an email from a man who was selling a Craftsman 5hp mulching mower for $90: he still had it, if we wanted it, so (after some photo-taking trauma with Angelina) we got the kids in the car and headed out.

We stopped at Sonic on the way down and decided to eat there, at one of the outdoor tables. It was fairly fun and relaxing, and the kids were in great spirits — I’m glad we did it.

We finally got to the guy’s house and Clint tested the mower; the man told me about the work he’d done to get the mower ready for sale, (while the kids wandered around the back of the car and investigated the open trunk) and I was pretty convinced that we were in good hands. (He seemed to know what he was talking about, and besides: he looked a lot like Dad’s friend Wally, and Wally would never do us wrong!) We looked at the other mower he had out, and decided to stick with the one we’d come for. The man helped Clint take the handle off so the mower would fit in the trunk, and we were homeward bound.

We told knock-knock jokes while we rode, and — since neither of us could remember very many — decided to stop at the library for a couple of knock-knock books. (Alexander fell asleep, but seemed happy enough when Clint brought him in a minute or so behind me and Angelina.) We got to the library only ten minutes before closing, but thanks to the help of a friendly children’s librarian, we quickly found the books we were looking for and headed to the checkout in record time! Unfortunately, we didn’t have any library cards with us. They tried to pull up Clint’s card, using his driver’s license, but he hadn’t used it in so long that it had dropped out of the system. They spent two or three minutes telling us that no, we couldn’t look up the other cards without ID’s — though the kids don’t even have ID’s — and no, they couldn’t wait for Clint to drive across the street to get one of our cards. He could have been there and back before they closed, if they hadn’t spent so long arguing with us about it. (Clint was bothered enough by it to email the library about it; Angelina got a kick out of reading his email, and seemed to find it quite humorous that he was essentially scolding the librarians.)

We came home, got dinner for the kids and WOULD have had them in bed early, but for my brilliant idea to hook up their speakers so they could each listen to their own music at bedtime. (They ended up in bed half an hour later than planned. . . .)

Food was completely uninteresting to me tonight, so I couldn’t even really think about fixing dinner — let alone eating it — so we ended up doing nothing about it until after 9pm. (Clint had what was left of our Rotel/pasta dish and I had a couple of leftover Sonic chicken strips.)

Now, I’m blogging and Clint is doing . . . something. (He was editing photos, but I believe he finished that; maybe he’s back to editing music? I think I’ll go see. . . .)

‘nite! : )