I started this whole Blog 365 thing off wrong, me thinks. I got so excited about the concept, I’ve been posting the day before, and just pre-dating it. I suddenly realize that while in theory, this is a wonderful idea, ultimately I’m going to hose myself and be screwed. So I’m double blogging today, and I’ll just make it a point starting tomorrow to switch my posts to the end of each day, so as not to confuse my ‘yesterdays’ and ‘todays’ and ‘tomorrows.’

I realize your life could have been just as happy without that tangent. Don’t worry. You’ll live.

Last night (as in, Friday) we went out for the resumption (is that real word?) of Friday pie day. For anyone new, this concept is simple – on Friday, you eat pie. It’s hard to argue with such sound logic. For the story on pie day, see this entry. We met with Brian and Elizabeth and Taylor for a special edition of pie day – the Christmas edition. There were presents. We had gotten Taylor, who is almost 5, 2 books and 2 Ken dolls. One Ken was a stud. The other Ken had a quote on the back of the box that said something to the extent of “I’m all about cargo jeans and a cool belt”. I think the Barbie’s will be shopping with cargo jeans Ken, and fighting over the other Ken. To Brian and Elizabeth, we gave the gift of an adult night out – free babysitting and movie gift certificates.

In return, they gave us what they called “Toys to enhance our relationship”. Knowing my wonderful friends as I do, I was quite scared to open this package in the middle of the restaurant. When I did, I discovered toys that will, indeed, enhance our relationship:

That’s right. Not only did two 30-year old adults receive Nerf guns as a present, these same two 30-year olds spent a good portion of last night, and some time tonight running around the house and in the yard shooting each other with these things.

I laughed tonight, as we ran around shooting each other, as the two younger-teenage (11? 12?) boys across the street looked on as their mother made them help her sweep up leaves. The poor kids – you could just hear their thoughts: “Mom…why do we have to sweep leaves? Look at those two adults playing with their toys!”

I hope I never grow up.