John and Cam's Birthday Party

Yesterday Tina and I had John and Cam's parties together. For the most part it was fun, except for one little boy that is. Apparently there just had to be one bad egg to make a couple people feel very annoyed. Why? Only because he is one of the most rotten children on the face of the earth. He has absolutely no respect for any adult authority.

Anyways, the boys had a blast and that is all that really counts. Johnathan got filthy! And, of course, I lock myself out of the Durango so I had to wait for Steve to get back from a call so that I could go home. It's ok though. I would rather spend my time at the station waiting for him than coming home with his parents any day.

All in all is was a wonderful day spent with friends and family. Thanks again to everyone who attended and next time it will be much better!

And how many times does this have to happen before I remember??

OK. So, I was locked out of the MIL's house yet again this morning. I call Steve and say, "Did I leave my purse in the truck?" And, of course, his reaction is, "I don't know Jen and I can't exactly go check if it is or not." GREAT! I call T to see if I left it at her house since we had just been there last night for her Delicious Deep Dish Pizza. Nope. Not there. Damn, it's in the truck. I go next door and knock and knock and ring the door bell a couple of times. Finally she answers. Now, mind you this is not the first time this has happened. Yes, I know it is so hard to believe that right??? Just a couple of weeks ago I locked myself out because I had my keys hanging on a hook inside my MIL's house...So, I sit here and ask myself how many time this has to happen for me to remember my purse?!?!?!