Weekend Roundup

This weekend, Kricket came! She brought oranges and bubble gum. (And sparkles and water bottles). 

Friday evening, we watched Mr. Ohno. Ohyes, he's a looker. We rooted with patriotism in mind, but I must say, Mr. Canadian whatshisname was kinda cute as well.

Too hairy for Kricket.

But I can manage hairy. I like hairy. (Have you seen my husband?)

(I love my husband.)

Saturday, we spent a few childless hours in Vain and Vintage trying on old lady hats and shiny broach pins. I think we touched every single darling thing in the store by the time we left. I love that store.

Last night, we deemed Kricket our evening babysitter, then Jared and I went out and dated.

"Just like the old days," he said, when he opened the car door for me. I wore my leather ankle boots. And lipstick.  

We ate Wingers, then walked around Video Stop looking for something good. (Seriously, just like the old days.)

We settled for an old-release, and then, not in a hurry to go home and watch it, drove around town a bit, and talked. It was so nice.

We giggled over passing a shiny blue cadillac high-planed over large berm rocks in the parking lot of Maverick. We concluded that it seemed like an elderly sort of accident.

We concluded it was really, really funny.  

We noted our own age, felt much sleepier (and older) than we used to feel at that time of night, then we drove home. Home to our snuggly little boy, all tubbed and scrubbed and ready for bed.

We had a lovely time.

We said goodbye to Kricket-dear before church this morning, and now I'm planning on joining my slumbering child for a nap myself.

Hugs and kisses sent your way. Now I'm signing off! Have a cozy Sunday afternoon.

Hollie Rae Keller 

PS: To Kricket: come back soon!