Once more, ridiculous
overdoing it led us to sleep in. When
Anabelle didn’t emerge after my considerable immobile period I checked. She already woke up, but refused to face the
world until she called Mami. Clearly,
the missing was starting to hit.
She calmed down by
watching (what else) Chopped and
having a leftover crab macaroni brunch.
My old and cranky stomach needs to start the day with cereal regardless
of time, or my brain joins the old and cranky parade pretty quickly. I did have more of her macaroni later.
Once fed, we went on
what was titled: “Anabelle and Daddy Mini Ad-veen-ture, Yay! *Jazz Hand*
Suicide Squad was perfect for
an afternoon of goofy action filled fun.
After fending for
ourselves for a while, we needed a Shop Rite run. Since that fending was heavily augmented by
Rosa’s prepared and frozen meals, and Grandma and Auntie Kim’s invitations, we
only needed spinach, yogurt, cheese and milk.
Speaking of Auntie Kim’s,
we were invited there for dinner before Anabelle spent the night leading into
my last reduced week of work.
We had excellent odds of
making it there on time when the movie ended.
However, I realized upon
leaving that I had never been to the mall Shop Rite without Rosa before, and I
always asked her which way to go as we left.
We got lost for quite a
bit during which time the original plan of going straight to Kim’s with a car
full of refrigerator required food, and without Anabelle’s overnight bag wasn’t
such a great idea either.
We also couldn’t get
through to Rosa for a post movie call, adding to Anabelle’s flusterness.
Flusterness is
contagious, and we both had to run back in to the house twice to get stuff we’d
forgotten.
With all that
forgottening, we also forgot to call Kim to tell her we were late.
We finally arrived and
were treated to an excellent meal courtesy of the Princess Cookbook, and my
nieces and nephew.
Aurora made the
excessively yummy meatloaf and corn.
Veronica’s contribution
was fudge pudding. If we had been later,
or more patient, it would have been regular fudge, but that didn’t diminish the
taste.
Morgan made the salad,
insisting on chocolate chips as one of the key ingredients, plus a couple of
peanuts in one corner.
Maybe we weren’t the
only ones watching the “Weird food” episodes of Chopped.
I gladly protected
anyone who was opposed to a little culinary adventure in their salad by
munching on the extra chips.
Anabelle was saddened by
still not being able to get Rosa after dinner, but her mood was lightened by
the gigantic Minecraft party and training session.
Morgan’s ability to get
completely lost and dig through the bottom of the world (usually both) defied
all suggestions.
The PS4 games either
took too long to load, or required massive investitures of time and money in an
on line community to play, leading us to take turns blowing up on Tatooine in
the downloaded PS2 Podracer game.
Kim and I finally convinced
our kids to watch one of our all-time favorite stupid movies, The Barbarians. Picture Conan, but as twins that have a
combined intelligence below Conan…
Or more accurately,
below that of Conan’s left thigh muscle.
The budget was about
that level as well.
They all complained a
bit, but mostly laughed a lot at how stupid it was.
The McGinley family
invented Mystery Science Theater 3000 the
home game well before it was popular.
Anabelle finally got
Rosa to say good night, settling her in somewhat.
I tried to do some
computer stuff for work, and photo downloads, but I forgot my mouse. After extended periods of profanity hurling
at the touchpad,
I decided writing my Suicide
Squad review was a task best left for another day, and read a classic
Ostrander Squad trade until it fell
on my face and I was out.
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