Fun Sunday

 So July 13th was Rob’s birthday. I hopped on the family chat, told him happy birthday. He said thanks… then told his mom to keep an eye on me. Like Chris Farley on a road trip. ] Basically: “Don’t let her eat glue or wander into traffic.” And honestly? Fair.

The morning was peaceful. I’m outside on the patio, breeze blowing, wind chimes going… and I’m thinking: “This is it. This is serenity.” And then I remember… oh no, church.  Nothing ruins inner peace like realizing you have exactly 17 minutes to look holy.

I did my Spanish lesson—so if anyone needed salvation en Español, I was ready. Buddy and I chatted with JoDee—she’s getting up earlier here. Which is wild. Usually, JoDee wakes up at noon like she’s auditioning to be a housecat.

Church was great though. Everyone acted like they were glad to see us.  Which, in church terms, means they only judged us a little bit.

Tiffany invited us to dinner, but after the service… I bolted. Like full ninja exit.

We ate at our favorite Asian place. Except, bad news—today the “treasure” was missing. No shrimp. No crab legs. Just breaded chicken, boiled veggies, and one mysterious shrimp dish that looked like it came free with a gas station fill-up.  Indiana’s spoiled me—I expect shrimp that doesn’t need a tetanus shot.

Back home, we played games until 10 p.m. Buddy was laughing, having a blast. At one point he says, “We can all sleep in tomorrow! It’s not like we have anything else to do!”

And that, my friends, is a good Sunday.

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