Since we were up we decided to go out for breakfast at one of those all-you-can-eat buffets. This is Jonathan's third or fourth plate. Or rather, what's left of it.
We went for a drive and found this guy flying a gigantic kite (it looks like a parachute) and he was on this skateboard-looking thing coasting along like he was windsurfing. Very cool.
Those of you who read my blog regularly, know that I am scandalized by the insane numbers of people driving their electric wheelchairs on the road and risking their lives, plus mine in a crazy endeavor. When I saw this sign I made John turn around and park so I could take the picture. He was mumbling something about spending extra time in purgatory for being an accessory, but I ignored him (as usual).
The kids raked the yard, but really, all they did was play in the leaves.
I did some laundry. Again. There's something satisfying about folding towels. Who knew that was a zen of towel-folding?
Meanwhile, the guys cleaned up the basement. This is the before picture. I didn't post the after because blogger was having a cow, but I'll put it up later. It actually looks like a room now.
I celebrated with a delicious Australian merlot, but didn't have any cheese or crackers worthy of such a fine wine. Bugles worked in a pinch. Actually, Bugles are pretty good with wine. Perhaps it's gauche, but it was an Aussie wine--they're mavericks, right?
After dinner Christy and I had our asses handed to us AGAIN. Those boys cheat.
Here I am working on my novel for NaNoWriMo. You can see the fist of frustration. At least it wasn't the finger.