I was raised Catholic. Twelve years of Catholic school, even. Played the organ at church for a few years. But I am a church drop out. In fact, five out of six of the children are non church going! My sister is Jewish and they are very active.
Yesterday after lunch, we were dangerously close to a very oooey, gooey cinnamon roll bakery. Luckily, I came up with the perfect excuse to buy one ... Fat Tuesday! Lindee likes to party big time, so she bought SIX. They are HUGE. And rich. She and John shared 1/2 of one this morning ... I had a sliver of the remaining one. SOOOOO indulgent.
They took a trip in to Costco so I put my computer time in. Paid some bills, changed payment methods, transferred money to Kate as her PayPal account is taking TWICE as long as they say it will to hit her bank (while they use the money, I'm sure). She took the babies to the Dr today. Braeden, who feels and looks the worst, had no secondary issues. Deacon who is back with his appetite and playing, has a rattle in his lungs and fluid in his ears. So she needed her $$$.
Lindee came home and made lettuce wrap sandwiches and cut up fruit ... and a bottle of Prosecco. Because you know ... it IS Fat Tuesday.
We met up with friends for another wonderful Maui sunset. Lindee made dinner (Greek salad with chicken) and red wine. Lemon cupcakes for dessert. To end our wild and crazy day ... we watched Netflix til we fell asleep on the sofa.
Yeh. We rock.