Nothing overtly bad happened. Nothing overtly good happened. We got our flu shots, we survived a tree toppling storm, I read a few hundred pages of Rick Riordan's "The Lost Hero" to the kids, I read a few hundred pages of "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" to myself, and we watched a lot of Star Trek.
By late Friday afternoon I was more than eager to call time on the whole damn week. The sun was setting, and the boys were squabbling, while I mentally debated the age old question "Should I cook a nutritionally-sound meal made with fresh ingredients and love for my wonderful husband and sons, or should I just bake 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies?" I was on my way to a minor temper tantrum or a large mug of vodka, when D.B. Grady tweeted me this picture:
And it made me smile. Thanks, @dbgrady.
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And since you are dying to know: I baked the cookies, and we ate frozen waffles for dinner. While watching Wrath of Khan. And around these parts, that's considered a wild, and crazy Friday night.