Bunco Night

Every 6 weeks a group of my friends have a ladies night. We get together and play Bunco which is really a good excuse to eat, drink and gossip. We rotate houses. I hosted last February. So it was my turn to host this weekend.

My husband took the kids out to a cub scout banquet ceremony meeting thing (I didn't ask). I had 2 hours to get ready. I had been cleaning and organizing all week. Really all I had left to do was prepare some food, set up tables, and vacuum. What do you think happened? Yup, the vacuum died. It sounded like a jack hammer in my living room. I tried to use it anyway. Then the house was overwhelmed with the smell of burning rubber (probably the belt).

I opened the windows and turned on fans instead of vacuuming. Bunco was still a lot of fun. The smell went away and no one seemed to notice the lack of vacuuming.

I'm going vacuum shopping tomorrow.

It Always Happens

On Sunday my husband washed both cars.
On Monday it rained.
Tuesday evening I watered the lawn.
Tuesday night it rained.

On Saturday I signed the kids up for swimming lessons. The swimming lessons are Monday thru Thursday for 2 weeks from 4:20-4:50.
On Monday I found out that my 6 year old's soccer team is starting lessons this week on Mondays and Wednesdays from 4:30-5:30.

And so it goes...