This morning as I was bustling about getting ready to leave, I had to send Dom an instant message asking him to call my cell phone, which I know I had last night but had been swallowed by the couch cushions.
Then we spent a busy morning going to Target for diapers and a few other sundries and to the grocery store to stock up for the weekend and Christmas. Bella munched on Cheerios through the grocery store and was in remarkably good humor though we got home well past her usual lunch time. Until she had to wait while I brought several loads of groceries from the car. She fell in the snow and got her hands covered in snow and still hasn’t figured out how to brush them off when she does so.
After I’d fed her lunch and bundled her off for a nap, I sat down at the computer only to find an email waiting from Dom: “I know where your phone is. Stop & Shop called. It’s at the service desk.” Now I’m waiting for the end of nap time when we’ll have to dash back out to the store. And of course we didn’t go to the store closest to our house, we went to the one at the mall because it was near Target. Which means once more unto the breach, dear friends.
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