Long day at work yesterday, could reach the DH to see if he would come meet me at Panera - I'd have the supper I forgot to bring and he's have his latte. Since the line was busy from 6:45 (45 minutes before my end of shift) to walking out the door, I grabbed Taco Bell and ate and drove. (Not my favorite thing to do, but at that point I was so low blood sugar it was necessary. I wasn't sitting down there with all the teenaged hormones floating around. (that one is a popular teen hang out)
So I get home and I hear a guitar playing. Oh great DS pretending he's Jimmy Hendrix again.
Nope - DD got her 10th B'day gift a few days early... Now there are TWO electric guitars in the house.
Cheryl