Beer Run!

So I was a nice wife and stopped to get my dear husband beer this evening on my way home from the store. I have been to the beer distributor a few times in my life, but not many. I wandered into the cooler, picked a box that looked familiar and took it to the counter. Beer man was watching a hockey game that he tore himself away from to ring me up.

I hoisted the rather heavy case to the counter top and he asked how my evening was. I said it was nice thank you and then bless his heart...he asked to see my I.D.!!!!! I laughed and thanked him for making my night. He actually did a double take between my license and my face! I told him that I was way past the legal age and he looked skeptical. I also told him that when I was 21, I would have never left the house looking like I did. Not that I was dressed poorly, but let's face it, in my younger years I spent a bit more time making myself presentable before going into public. Nowadays, if I have on a top, pants and 2 shoes that match, it's all good.

So as I put the beer between the tow carseats in my car, I got a good chuckle out of the whole exchange. Nothing better than a trip for big girl underpants and beer on a Saturday night!

Why?

Some of the questions I ask myself, in no particular order:

*Why are there plastic hot dogs on my nightstand?
*Why is it a physical impossibility for 2 children to have an 1800sq.ft. house and still bump into each other every 3.2 seconds?
*Why do I have 37 unmatched socks?
*Why is it socially unacceptable to start drinking at 10am?
*Why is chocolate not a food group?
*Why must we play the "you say"game? (If you don't know what this is, it is a mind numbing game where you must repeat what small person tells you to say in the exact tone, inflection, and pronunciation (even if it is incorrect) until you are ready to tear your hair out. Fun times!)
*Why am I unable to sleep for more than 3 hours straight?
*Why do you drive on a parkway?
*Why am I still sitting here at the computer rather then getting boy out of the dog crate? (Girl locked him in.) Oh look! They traded places! Going, going....

I'm sure there are more, but if any wise soul has the answer to any of these mysteries, please leave it in my comments section. Or just leave me a comment and let me know that you were here!

Making a Memory

Evan and Chuck have developed the cutest new ritual in our house. Normally, Evan prefers to have mommy take him up to bed. He's a mama's boy, what can I say. Anyhow, there is an exception to the rule certain nights. Those nights would be when there is a hockey game of interest on television. They go up and brush teeth and then crawl into our bed to watch the game. Evan is curled up tight under daddy's arm, little face all squished up. Chuck is sprawled out, finally getting a moment to relax. It's a good thing.

I know, this breaks about 347 of my rules of bedtime, but I cannot complain. Evan is usually sound asleep after about 10 minutes and sometimes Chuck is too. Evan gets carried into his bed where he sleeps peacefully for the remainder of the night. It is such a sweet sight to see and I figure that Evan is getting to the age where he should remember some of this stuff. If it means making a great memory of daddy, I can loosen my grip on the rules.

I'm not sure what will happen at the end of hockey season. I may not be able to commit to 180 baseball games...