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It’s not Friday anymore and I’m not superstitious, but I do enjoy blaming any abnormality on Friday the 13th when I can. For example: a friend and I drove to a fabric store at lunch for a 10 minute peruse of their selection. I found some fantastic vinyl backed fabric (to use for an all purpose bag and to practice my sewing skills) and some projects to earmark for future. We walked out to the car, turned the key and … nothing. Nada. Not even a cough from Gordy to pretend he was trying. (That’s right, my car’s name is Gordy. Judge away.) A quick call to the husband, a phone call to our insurance company (who actually were very nice) and a tow later, we’d confirmed that not only did we need a new battery, but the alternator needed to be replaced as well. If you know anything about cars (or at least paying to have them fixed) you’ll know that there’s a charge for merely whispering the word alternator. And so hundreds of dollars later, I’ve vowed to stay home the next time around.

I suppose it’s not totally fair to call it a bad day. The husband made his semi-famous pulled pork for dinner and later in the evening I received a beautiful little arrangement of flowers which just happened to contain my favorite of all … creamy, pink peonies. They were sent as a very nice gesture from a company I had interviewed with. A nice touch to the whole experience.

And today, we took the boy up to Bella and Max in Bothell for his first haircut ever. I was tempted to do it myself, but the wiggle factor proved to be more than I could handle. Instead, he sat inside a miniature Blue Angels jet with a basketful of toys, waving to himself in the mirror while also watching Elmo’s World. The Elmo part was especially fascinating to him because a. he’s never seen Elmo before (and therefore has no idea about his fetish for being tickled) and b. he doesn’t see much TV. As with most things, the boy was an excellent sport and came out looking quite handsome. Post cut, the men took a miniature train ride through the little village area the store is located in (they give you a free train ticket with every haircut). A good time was had by all.

And now, I’m poking around Quillpill after just registering with them for beta. The idea is of course, Twitter-esque, but really seems suited to process of writing. Especially if you’re like me and ideas often come in bits and pieces that don’t make sense alone but when placed together start to form something.

Hope your Saturday is relaxing too.