A Good Day

Tonight's bonfire at the Blakey's

grocery shopping earlier in the week

Today was a good day with lots to do.

First, Sammy, David and Bubba took Buddy to a self-serve dog wash where Buddy was bathed and groomed by Sammy. Sammy and Buddy loved it. David and Bubba did not.

Then EVERYONE returned home smelling like a wet dog. Shari and Sammy went out for hot dogs at Sammy's favorite joint: Puppy Love. Yum.

Afterwards, Shari and Sammy shopped frantically for a hot dog steamer to create the perfect dog at home. No luck. Probably a really good thing. We then hit the grocery store to get a few items for home. "Hit" is a good word. Usually Sammy's electric cart driving skills are fantastic (with the exception of one man at Hannafords who honestly was not paying attention). Today was a little tougher because, WE think, Market Basket crowds WAY too many items into places they don't belong. Let's say, for example, a tower of 24 pack sodas that should never be stacked up high at the end of an aisle. Had the tower of sodas been just one inch farther from the aisle, the crash that ensued would never have happened. Soda cans flew threw the air, bursting into cold liquid and foam as they landed. Sammy and I were SOAKED! The Market Basket lady rushed over, annoyed that a child was driving the cart. When she saw Sammy only had one leg, she immediately told us not to worry about it, gave us paper towels and sent us on our way to continue shopping while two unfortunate employees had to clean up the mess.

That wasn't the funny part. What happened next was what made us laugh for hours afterwards; following the crash, I just wanted to leave the store and never return again. I was SO embarrassed. Not Sammy. For close to an hour, she continued to make laps around the store, giggling every time she passed the scene of the crime and watching from afar as the two employees struggled to clean up the massive spill. I grew impatient as she sat on my lap, driving all around. I demanded that we leave. That's when Sammy inched up to those sodas, looked at me, big grin and giggle, and turned that fateful corner again. Boy was I angry but I've got to say, it was a great turn. The employee with the mop didn't even notice we were there! That was classic Sammy. Funny, daring, and always teasing her loved ones.

Anyway, thanks for listening to that long story. The social worker who visited our home in the early evening suggested that the blog might be therapeutic for me; like a journal. I think she's right on the money.

Let me tell you about my childhood ... just kidding.

Becca returned home from her friend's house, we had dinner (which was provided by Jean and Jack Rich, enough food to feed us for one month!!!!!!) and then the four of us headed over to the neighbors' for one of their famous summer bonfires. We enjoyed catching up with our friends and roasting marshmellows.

That was our day. As always, thank you so much for your ongoing love and support.

Shari and David