Since Lloyd is in High Level right now, I had a quiet weekend planned - lots of scrapbooking and relaxation. My weekend starts on Friday - I work Mon - Thurs so every weekend is a long one. I love my Fridays. That's when Mickey and I get together for lunch and a couple hours of hanging out and getting caught up. Friday started out not so pleasantly though with a mammogram and bone density scan (necessary procedures for the aging female population). Not bad as I had expected - for those of you who have yet to experience the joys of mammography, never fear, it's improved in the three years since I had my last one. I mentioned to the technician that it didn't seem to squeeze and hurt so much this time and she told me that this was a new machine that senses when there's enough tissue involved and the pressure is right, so none of the 'extra squeeze for good measure' any more. Anything that improves the procedure is good in my books.
Saturday was Mike's birthday, but since he lives 5 hours away, we didn't get together to celebrate. We thought (hoped) maybe his birthday gift would be a new baby daughter - Avril had false labor last week - but no luck. After two sweet little boys, Mike is excited to get his little girl. I called, as usual, to sing happy birthday to him. As old as the kids get (6 of them are in their 30's already), they still expect and like me to sing to them on their birthdays - and believe me, my voice leaves a lot to be desired. It's the thought and the love that counts though. Happy birthday Mike.
Today I slept in till 9:00!! A rare thing for me. I got up, washed and changed into clean pyjamas and prepared for a day of staying in and scrapbooking...and doing laundry. Somehow it took me till noon to start - preparation is half of the fun. Then, having left the door open, I was visited most of the afternoon by the Woolf cubs.
Kenzie has discovered the game of Peggle on my MacBook and can play it for hours...then Sydney comes down to see what Kenzie is doing.
And of course Aidan wanders in and out at will. He brings armloads of toys with him when he comes. I have a closet with toys for the kids but he prefers his own.
Two-year Aidan became our hero today. He was laying on the carpet in front of our sliding closet door and called me to look at something. There, squashed between the door and the wall was a dead mouse. We assume that Aidan, who plays with the doors whenever he's down here, swung it closed at the right moment and 'took care' of the little visitor. Hopefully that's the last of his kind in the house.
I did manage to get one layout done today - one of our visit to Tombstone, AZ, and the Gunfight at OK Corral.
I guess I've rattled on and given more information than you could possibly be interested in so I'll shut down and go to bed. 'Night all.
