This Is What You Do

Sunday night the girls and I dropped the hubbs off at the airport, with hopes that he would be able to change his flight. We knew that the airline had oversold, so there was a chance he could volunteer to take a later flight--the next one being early Monday. We said our, "just in case" goodbyes and left him, crossing fingers for one more night with him.

We had about 45 minutes to fill while we waited to hear from him. He had to wait until they were actually boarding the plane, to find out. So the girls and I drove down to a very nearby shopping center and found stuff to do.

This is what you do--you go to Home Goods, a store I've never had the opportunity to visit before, and do really, really good just looking, until you find the ONE aisle that is literally full of things you love. It's amazing how much damage (the spending of the money) you can do in such a short amount of time. I'm really good at it.

Then you go to Best Buy, even though it closed one minute before, but they let you in anyway, and look for a Kevin James (I love that guy!), Sweat the Small Stuff DVD, that you know you won't find, cuz it's impossible to find and for some reason costs a huge chunk of change (huge)--even on Amazon.

Then you leave, empty handed, girls in tow, and move the car so it is facing the right way so you can watch the planes land.

Then you give the camera to your newly six-year-old.











The crossing of the fingers worked...the hubbs got to stay.