in the last 48 hours...

...P and I got lost trying to get the car to the MOT testing site (basically an annual 'roadworthiness' test for all vehicles over 3 years old...and another way to tax you...)
...I got to run outside in the rain...in the morning...seriously, one of my favorite ways to start the day.
...I took Parker to the Dinosaur Park...in the rain...I'm an idiot.  We were soaked but had a great time and luckily they have an indoor play area too (I know you're wondering why we didn't just stick to the indoor play area, but I'm just not that smart).

Apparently the dinos' roars were too loud!  Oh and they had a petting zoo too...random...but awesome!

...I ran a load of underwear through the dry cycle of our washer/dryer four times (100 minutes each) before I realized it was the same load and the dryer didn't work...shoot...

...we overflowed the shower (I know, I know) and flooded the bathroom floor...after I cleaned up I realized it was also dripping through the ceiling downstairs (ok, and down the walls)...to be exact, dripping through the actual light fixture and light bulb...it started to smoke, I freaked out to brady over the phone...lets just say that we ate dinner (and breakfast right now) in the dark because I'm still too scared to turn on the breaker.

...Parker had his first taste of whiny medicine (lemon juice) and the look on his face was priceless...even better, he stopped whining...wow, that sounds mean when I type it out, but I promise it wasn't that bad, plus, I had whiny medicine when I was little and look how I turned out, ha!

...I decided I was going to force Parker to let me buy him new casual tennis shoes...he gets really attached to shoes....he is super attached to his old converse (I've looked for the same pair in a size up, but none of the stores have the right style in the right size and right color)...I thought I had finally gotten lucky...instead he walked out of the store with these on...put with the jersey and sweats, we were a real sight...what can I say, it was after nap time and I lost the 'i want to wear my jersey' argument...

That's my boy!