not me. but it’s garage sale weekend here in the PC again, so john (with help/hindrance from catie) schlepped all of the baby stuff down to the garage again. as we were setting some of the stuff up, a couple of construction guys came over and asked if we were open for business tonight. sure! they walked away with two entire bins of clothes and some shoes, and we’re $20 richer. score. that’s 2 bins of stuff we don’t have to store for next time. It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow; i’m taking catie to dance class, john’s manning the garage, then i’m going to relieve him after we get back and he and catie will probably go on a tour of the ‘hood like usual. she loves garage sale day. she gets to walk around the ‘hood and “say hi to everyone”. that’s her thing.
and speaking of my kid, who wants to hear “shit my kid says”? too bad, i’m sharing anyway. on the way home from school she informed us that “air can come out of your butt. that’s a fart. and air comes out of your mouth sometimes. that’s a burp. and sometimes air comes out of your vulva.” i had no response to that other than “uh, yeah, sometimes i guess it does”.
food:
baked oatmeal
tomato/avocado/hummus sandwich with veggies and swiss at Which Wich
crispy chicken wrap w/ a cherry limeade from sonic
hummus and pita
activity:
running
push-ups
dips
Ha! Catie is a genius!