On a Sunny Thursday Afternoon...

On a sunny Thursday afternoon,

I go to an aquarium to pick up our family's very first annual passes (to anything), and I delight in watching my little boy's excitement over the "wee-shees" (fishies). 

I am unable to take pictures with my camera, because it says the memory card is full. Impossible. I just emptied it yesterday. So I take blurry phone pictures to send to N at work.

I receive a fun phone call alerting me to the safe landing of dear friends after their five years in Australia. They have a layover in our city, so I dash home, hurriedly pack supplies for the little one, fill the tank (can't get over the $3.05/gallon prices here!), pick up Husband, and spend too much time in traffic get to the airport.

I learn that N and I are referred to as one person sometimes. 
I'm okay with that. 
Especially when it's in a squeaky little boy voice.

And I get to cuddle our friends' unbelievably adorable baby girl, with her head full of red hair, who I've never met before.

We get home, and N says he will put B to bed so I can go out with Heather to her Sunday School class' ladies' night.

I have an amazing quinoa salad for dinner. 

   When I ask N to take a look at the camera, he asks, "Where is the memory card?"

And I remember: sitting by the futon where I uploaded pictures yesterday.