We ate our pizza while we watched Father of the Bride and as suspected, Emily loved it. I can't remember the last time I've seen her laugh as hard as she did when Franck made his appearance on the screen.
On Saturday Matt and I met with Victor at Lowe's again to get the designs for our new kitchen cabinets. We went back last night to make a few changes to Saturday's designs, and I almost passed out when the total came up on the screen and the receipt printed out and was almost as tall as I am.
Saturday's meeting last for three hours, and we were so hungry when we left that we stopped at Sonic on the way home. When you're spending many, many, many dollars to remodel your kitchen, why not get fast food lunch instead of actually cooking in it?
When we got home we wandered out back to the garden. I felt something on my arm and turned around and realized a bird had pooped on me.
I haven't actually run in
But as it turns out, it was a gorgeous night, so I broke my promise to myself and Matt and I laid on the hammock and looked at the stars which sounds cheesy but it was so relaxing. I pointed out the Big Dipper 528 times until Matt finally downloaded a star app to prove me wrong.
Whatever. It's out there somewhere.
It was cool enough to sleep with the windows wide open, and I went to bed feeling so relaxed until Matt shook me awake in the middle of the night and said, in a serious voice, "Laura, there's been an accident."
I followed him to the window and we saw our our neighbor's Honda Civic, which had been parked facing down the hill on the far side of our driveway, was facing up the hill and on our front lawn.
A few houses up, facing the other way, was a Maserati with two flat tires, a smoking hood, and two occupants who had fled the scene.
Our other neighbors Paul and Eileen came outside and there we all were, standing in our pajamas at 2:15 in the morning. I told them that despite the open windows, I didn't even hear the crash, and Eileen said, "You didn't hear it? It sounded like an atomic bomb! And the house even shook!"
Add "very heavy sleeper" to my resume.
We live in a nice little neighborhood, but not Maserati nice. More like Ford/Toyota/Honda nice. Paul said, "Who around here has a Maserati? And why did they run? Maybe it's stolen!"
I'll tell you who around here has a Maserati, crashes it at 2 a.m., and runs away.
A salesman of the very illegal sort.
While we watched the officers arrive, Matt said, "While they wait for the K9 unit to get here, I think the cops should follow the perp's footprints in the dew."
Someone is putting his Citizen's Police Academy education to practical use.
I went back inside after a few minutes, but Matt and some of the other neighbors stayed outside until 3:30, watching the cops process the scene and getting updates on the chase (they did find the bad guys).
We were tired the next morning, but when I saw the text from my brother that the baby was coming, I woke right up.
By the way, his name is John, and they're going to call him Jack.
And he is the cutest baby boy I've ever seen.