We had a chance to come to the mountains and visit The Flash.
So we did.
The Big Kid's schedule unexpectedly changed, we were able to find a hotel room (which is hard to do during the height of vacation season) and we jumped in the car and drove up. And it has been ever so much fun--we have been to his favorite place to eat for lunch, he and his dad came to our hotel and enjoyed the pool, I got to spoil him with Scooby Doo cartoons and oatmeal cookies and stories. He was not so much interested in the Olympics this afternoon, but that will come. I also managed to get Mr Independence to hold my hand while traversing a parking lot by asking him to hold my hand and keep me safe around all the big cars. His parental units were amazed that he was holding my hand willingly. The Big Kid seems to have forgotten that I used the same line on him. Age and experience . . .
Have I stitched?
Will I stitch when I get home?
Dearly Beloved called me at work Friday morning to tell me the dryer had simply stopped running. It didn't squeal, scream, smoke, or stink. It just stopped.
So I think we're going to be in the market to replace the dryer. Which means I will be spending my evening hours once we're home looking at dryers, researching dryers, and arranging for a dryer to be delivered and the old one hauled away. Seems like I just did this--oh, wait, I did, with the washer.
At least we had a good week-end before we had to deal with reality.