D-OH!!

The sale at my parent's church on Saturday that V, M and I volunteered to help out with raised over $1000.00 for their missionary effort.

After we helped to clean up, ex indeed met us at my parent's house where she took the kids to their cousin's birthday party. They got back to my apartment at 21:00. I told V and M that IF they slept in until 8:00 this morning, then we would not go to church. Incentive indeed, as my clock read 8:05 - into my room pops V to advise me that they had slept until the required time, so that we were not going to church today. She was right, as at 7:45 I got up to pee and both V and M were still sleeping.

When the kids left for the party, I told them that I would bring their sneakers and dirty clothes back with me to the apartment. Of course when I got home they were nowhere to be found.

So this morning we went back to the parent's house to retrieve the forgotten items. We spent the afternoon there. When we got home, after the kids and I were all in our jammies, I realized that I only had ONE of V's sneakers.

She hadn't yet put her shoes in the hall closet. The missing shoe wasn't in my car, either.

D'OH!!

I didn't feel like driving back to the parents domicile to retrieve the missing shoe, so decided to go to the open 'til midnight evil empire to get her another pair. They didn't have many sneakers in her size (13 1/2). And the ones they had were canvas, which she wanted nothing to do with. So drove we to the evil empire Supercenter, open 24 hours, where the selection was much bigger, but still not quite right. They had more regular sneakers in her size, but none we liked until she found a pair that look like her other sneakers but were a size 1. These she ended up choosing, even though they are half a size too big for her feet. I figure better a little too big than the other way around. Since evil empire Supercenter also carries groceries, we did a little necessity food shopping while we were there.

We could have driven down to the parent's place to get the missing shoe but figured on less gas wasted if we just go to the store at the end of the street...

I hate it when I forget important stuff. Makes me feel like Homer Simpson.

Oh well. Gotta go change the sheets on my bed. G'night, all.