There's a park along her route from work to home. And a goose was laying, asleep, in the middle of the road. She even had to swerve to keep from making goose patties.

So, yesterday, Terra and I took our kiddos (her Bubby and my munchkin brigade) up to Salem to help her pick out glasses, since there's a pretty decent sale at Binyon's. (Is that how you spell it?)

I found a pair of NineWest frames that I love, but since I don't wear glasses, it's a moot point. But, suffice it to say, they're brown, thick short rectangular frames and the insides are green! Not quite a lime, but close. I looooooove details like that.
Zoë got to try on some kiddo-sized glasses. If she would keep them on for any amount of time, I'd have some cute pictures on Flickr of some of them ... but I don't.

One of the great things about Terra is that she knows that there are things that she doesn't remember. She cracks me up with that. We were talking and laughing SO hard (or, at least *I* was) about this topic. Like how she thought the last time we drove anywhere together was in high school. (Um, not quite. We still were cruising around in my baby truck when she and I were on college. Different colleges, but still.)
Or, as I brought up, how she forgets that one of her brothers has a mole. And she always comments on "Oh! I didn't know that you had a mole!" And he will, patiently, reply, "You said that the last time you saw it."
... I brought this topic up.
Me: And he'll be all "You said that the last sixteen times."
Terra (bless her heart, this is yet another reason I LOVE this girl): Yeah! I remember that! Now WHERE is that mole?
Me: *snickering* I think you told me it's on his neck.
Terra: But where?
Me: *erupts into hooting laughter and tries to keep the van in our lane of traffic*

Also, NOTE TO SELF: Children, strollers and Victoria's Secret do not mix very well.

No, Bruce didn't drool over half-nekkid ladies or anything. No, Zoë didn't grab the stuffed "Pink!" puppy.

Here's what went down: So, there we are, I'm pushing the tank (my affectionate name for our double stroller, single file-style). Bruce is in the front, just chillin'. Zoë, as long as we're moving, is doing okay. They're both in DESPERATE need of a nap. Which they refuse to take, since we're out shopping in Salem. So, I leave Terra and Bubs to wait for someone to get her glasses all ordered and everything. The kiddos and I do a lap through Macy's and I sniff some perfumes. Then, on the way back, we hit Bath and Body Works and I learn that one of my favorite scents is still offered, but only in January and June ... maybe my Rice Flower and Shea might be online year-round, though. I go into Victoria's Secret, to check prices on the scent that Michael likes best-of-all-possible-scents-so-far on me. Cool -- shower gel $7.50. There's even a body butter for $10. Not too bad. I'm not buying anything today, since if I stop moving for more than 2.352163 seconds, Zoë starts FREAKING THE HELL OUT. I'm manuvering the stroller through a rather narrow (okay, very narrow) little aisle. Bruce, in the front, reaches out an arm and clotheslines about four bottles of lotion onto the floor. I back up, scoop them off of the floor and back onto the shelf. Again, we attempt to get through the aisle. I over compensate, trying to keep Bruce from grabbing things ... and I TAKE OUT A TABLETOP DISPLAY. Nothing breaks, thanks be ... but, oh. Thankfully, the salesladies there are so nice and so sweet. I shouldn't feel embarassed, since just last week one the that gals' moms came in and took out a display, too. Imake my escape, travel about 50 yards down back to outside of the glasses shop to sit and wait for Terra, who's been helped.

THEN I notice that Bruce has swiped a tester tube of lip gloss and is playing with it.
I jump out of the chair, swing the stroller around back to VS, and return the lippie. *sigh*

Yeah, if I'm going to go shopping anytime, I think having a girls' day out would be the way to go. Or else, really, this is one of the reasons I have Michael with me. There's two of us to distract the kiddos. It works well. And we can both keep an eye on the munchkins to make sure they don't do the whole "sticky-fingers" act.
Again.
Oy vey.

In other news, the kiddos still have their colds. Bruce's is nearly through its course. Zoë's has moved down into her lungs. I'm hoping that hers will be through by Friday, since we'll be visiting family down south. At this point, it's difficult enough to go travelling ... but I don't even want to think about travelling with sick bambinos. Especially since we'll be travelling even more (since Michael's folks have moved down that way, too).

So, pray that my kiddos will sleep while we're down visiting. And that their colds take a long walk down a short pier. And fast.

Besides that, I hear through the bamboo wireless that I'm going to be asked to give a talk soon. I better start dusting off my collection of J. Golden Kimball quotes. :P (Don't worry. I'll use ones without profanity from the pulpit, but I am curious to witness people's reactions when I say "As J. Golden Kimball used to say...". His name isn't Golden for just ANY reason. ^_^

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My mood right now is:

Crazy weekend, but the vacuum's fix and the computer's not being a pain in the heinie ... - 2007-04-15
Joss likes me!! - 2007-04-09
Six-legged Freaks ... and Scout-stuff ... and more stuff... - 2007-04-04
Snarkalicious ... and the return of the strange dream chronicles - 2007-03-28
Spinnin' My Wheels - 2007-03-21

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