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our last weekend as a trio

assuming that this was our final weekend as a three-person family, we decided to go ahead and make it an honest-to-goodness weekend, which, for parents of a two-year old means that we watched a movie and took a road trip. i know, i know, we are wild and crazy. its hard to imagine how we can be so carefree and spontaneous, but we are.

actually, we had the opportunity to have some friends from church watch jack friday night while we went to the movies on a gift certificate.

we saw will ferrell's blades of glory, and it was actually pretty funny. i'm not a huge will farrell fan, but i really enjoyed this film, probably because i don't like figure skating very much, and enjoyed the parody. it was good to have a little evening to ourselves and experience a little calm before the storm.

saturday morning we got up and took a road trip up route 31 north to route 46 in buttsville, nj; up near interstate 80. we went to flea market and then crossed over into pa for some walking around at the outlets. finally we ate lunch at this little hot dog place i've been itching to go to. it was alright, nothing that i would go crazy for.





so we had a nice weekend. it has rained all day today, and looks to rain most of the night tonight. i have a meeting all day tomorrow and probably won't post. and soon, very soon, we should be taking a little trip to the hospital. every moment is ripe with anticipation...

Comments

mary said…
That sounds like an awesomely fun weekend! no wonder there were naps going around!

i watched the departed. that is not a funny movie. except at one point there were so many people dying that my roomie and i had to laugh to keep from crying. still...it was a good movie. despite all the *&%*&% language
Emoly said…
I really like the fact that you got hot dogs in a town named Buttzville.
RedBank Billy said…
so you finally got to Hot dog Johnny's, like you said its OK,
we were up in Pa. on Sat. wish I knew
you were going to Buttzville, we could have met there. OH Well, this summer........
greg. said…
i am not even going to address the comment about hot dogs in buttzville. that's just too easy...


billy, sorry we didn't call! that would have been awesome to see you guys. we actually went all the way to the outlets and as we passed the exit for 209 or whatever that road is, we thought about you guys.

mary, watch your mouth. geesh.
mego said…
Why didn't you include the picture of Shannon taking a bite out of the hotdog sign? hmm.....
Glad you guys got a night out. Maybe you could sneak another one in this weekend unless Shannon goes into labor. My tried and true theory is that when you make plans the baby comes. Happened with both of mine and I had a few friends have to cancel plans with me because of labor. So maybe you should plan a visit here this weekend?
greg. said…
you're on. we'll be there. i have a tree to harvest anyway.

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