Last night was enjoyable for me, especially being that I've been somewhat lonely lately.

Last evening, DH called and said that he forgot his wallet at home, and realized that he probably didn't have enough gas to get home. So, I very carefully drove the car up to his workplace to bring him his wallet. Since we were there, DH showed me some furniture that his boss had offered to sell him from their model apartment. We looked things over, and though the price was reasonable, it was still more than we could feel comfortable spending the money on. DH is so funny, because every time there is a larger amount of money to manage, he always brings me in for my opinion. It isn't that I'm better with money or smarter, but that he finds it nearly impossible to give our money away. *laughs* I am the one who pays the mortgage and utility bills. Heehee...  He doesn't have a problem spending my grocery shopping money though. *cracks up* How can a guy like cookies and beef jerky so much? Anywho, we decided not to purchase the furniture, but I did inquire about a couple large pictures that were on the walls. He said that they were going for $10 a piece, so I asked if he would buy me two of them. There was one in particular that I really love, because it reminds me of my grandma in Florida. Oh, and I asked him to inquire about the ironing board that they had sitting out. I'm currently ironing clothing on the top of our table, with a towel folded over the wood.

After we got home, we all sat down to a simple dinner of chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes with butter and chives. It was somewhat late, and none of us were too enthused about dinner, for some reason. DD and I had a late lunch though, so that might have been part of the "problem".

Settling in, DH and I thought that we would be able to watch a movie after DD went to bed, but things didn't work out that way. As I was scrubbing DD in the bath tub, Sis came over with her family. As I was squeezing water out of DD's hair, I heard my sister exclaiming from the living room that her baby somewho had poo all the way up his back. *laughs* I just hollered to her that it wouldn't be the last time. I remember plenty of diaper horror stories with DD when she was small. So, Sis cleaned him up as best that she could, and I took him in the bath tub after I got DD wrapped in a towel. It was funny to wash little Pooh Bear, because Sis wanted to help me, being that this was his first tub bath. So, she took her shoes off and rolled up her pant-legs so she could stand in the water. She held him up part way, and I washed him. It was a real trip to see the two of us fumbling around with a wet baby. Sis thought it was really funny that I put a wet cloth over his private parts, so he couldn't pee on me. *laughs* I'm just not used to boys. :o )

After the children were all dried and changed, we sat around for a little bit to talk. DD put us in an awkward spot by making inquiries into nursing, but we tried to answer her questions as best that we could. Then I shuffled her off to bed, read her a "bed-night" story (DD speak), and tucked her in. By that point, the guys came in from the garage, all happy and dirty. It's funny how guys can be like that, happy to be covered in oil and stinking of carb cleaner. Our edger still doesn't work, by the way. *chuckles* They did boast about having a fire started on the garage floor though. *rolls eyes* Silly bugs.