Archive for July, 2007
We decided on a name. Jaxon Eryk.
What do you think?
It has been done, we have seen the new Harry Potter movie! The midnight showing to be exact.
But, we waited in line starting at 5:30. (Okay, Jorge got there at 5:30, but most of us trickled in quickly after that!)
The high while we waited in line got to about 104. Therefore, this was one of the few things we brought.
The line was fun, we ate food, we played games and even my friend from CA who was in town visiting was able to join us! (Making for a total of 9 people in our group!)
You can probably tell from this picture, but he makes everything more fun!
We got into the theater around 10:30, fought for good seats (you should have seen my sister running down that hallway toward the theater, she was a blur!) and waited anxiously.
I thought the movie was great, as did most of our group. (But how could Harry Potter not be?!?)
We were out of the theater by 2:30 am, home by 3.
Not a terrible way to spend a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, if I do say so myself.
So, I have been without my keys for the past few days. Since we are a one car family (that my Jorge almost always has) and we have one of the combo things for the garage opener it hasn’t really been a big deal not to have them. But it was still driving me crazy that I could not find them.
So, since Jorge is the finder (no seriously, that is what we call him) I decided to make him hunker down and really look for my keys.
Okay, it took him like 2 seconds. This is where he found them…
Yes, that is right, in my purse (with Stranger than Fiction box for scale, to note how hard it would be to lose something in there because of it’s small stature).
You might be saying to yourself right now, “Gee Shanan. If I was looking for my keys, I certainly would have checked there…”
Funny you say that, because I DID!!! Like a GAZILLION times. I swear I took out EVERYTHING, rooted around in all the corners.
And then in skips Jorge, “the finder” and pulls the bleeping things from my purse immediately.
I can never get a divorce from him. I mean, it would just be weird to have to call my ex-husband every morning to find my other blue shoe or my purple t-shirt, you know?