After feeding our spirits for an hour or so, we decided we better feed our bodies as well. So, we met one of my best friends with her husband at a sandwich shop down the street. One heated argument too many, we left the restaurant with me not on speaking terms with Mr. Ican'tthinkofanametosayhere. Then, he started working on the house as soon as we got back.
The neighbor text me to ask about a basket she let me borrow to take some Scentsy to my co-workers. I went out to my car and realized I had left it up at work/school. She noticed me outside and invited me in to see the girls' latest toy.
There, in the middle of their doorway, sat a large air hockey table. Apparently they had gotten a killer deal on it and were keeping it around until the neighborhood garage sale day. Score. It was so much fun to play, and it reminded me of those long days at the roller skating rink in elementary school. The girls were playing until the big game came on that day. They had created a sign for one of the friends-that-was-a-boy that said, "Sooper Bole 2010"...I love kids.
Mr. Idon'tlikenottalkingtoyou asked me what I was doing as I stepped outside, and I went back into the house talking like normal. All of a sudden I realized a familiar look of frustration come across his face. Then, he went on to tell me that he had broke the neighbor's impact drill.
You see, just before Christmas his 3yr old drill burnt up while he was hanging some drywall. He borrowed his dad's for a while until he needed it for his own work. Then, he had to borrow the neighbor's impact drill in order to successfully hang wood, drywall, and wire on the brick fireplace facade prior to our stacked stone and mantel going up.
Bad day. The chuck busted on the neighbor's drill, and we were forced to visit our favorite Saturday place...on Sunday.
As soon as Steve saw us coming in (with our two puppies this time) he knew something was up. "It's Sunday. Y'all aren't supposed to be here." We told him about the drill, and we walked to the nearby aisle to pick out a replacement.
$59.99+tax= money we didn't want to spend...FLUSH*
We drove over to his parents' house to see everyone before heading over to my Momma and Daddy's for the Super Bowl and dinner.
Mexican food, half-funny commercials, and my family...it turned out to be a good day after all.
To end it all, I had my mom take a couple of pictures to remember our first...2nd Super Bowl together. The first of many years together.
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