On Sunday we go to church, then we usually meet a heard of friends at a local Mexican restaurant. Afterwards we are free. Free to go home and change into our comfy Sunday clothes and do whatever we please. So what did I do this Sunday?
I cleaned out our dryer hose (the silver shiny tube in the BACK of the dryer, not the lint trap). Yup. Glamorous isn’t it? At least I got to hang out with my funky kids. And get shot at by a silly girl who believed that her red tights were a gun.
Did I mention she was wearing her brother’s spy glasses? Yeah, I love her.