We are not at home right now. Will be shortly. No, no crisis or anything. Not in the ER. Not racing to assist in an emergency birth (Like I would be of any assistance in anything like that). Not even that far away. We are in Santa Fe (Texas, not New Mexico). We were invited to a sleepover at Cailyn’s house. Sort of. Actually, it was just us. We were the only guests. And Nathan and April weren’t there, either. That was kind of the situation. April’s boss gave them tickets to sit with him at the rodeo last night. And how could she say no to her boss, right?
The
evening started with Cailyn taking us out to eat at their favorite local
Mexican food restaurant. Los something
or other, I think. And it was her
treat. She handled herself admirably. Even asked for the check when the waiter came
by. The food was pretty good. Chris had chicken tacos. Cailyn had nachos. I had a grilled cheese … er, I mean
quesadillas infused with beef and vegetables.
After the meal we settled in for a bit of a mini-marathon watching … drum
roll here … Maverick. Cailyn’s new
favorite show. Haven’t seen that one in
years. Still brings a chuckle, if you
can find it on your own smart tv.
Everybody
is still asleep right now, except for me and maybe their miniature Australian
shepherd named Marley. She perked her
head up at me when I walked down the hall to the kitchen. The boxers kind of roamed the halls all
night, and I think they are in the room with Cailyn. I have no idea when Cailyn needs to be at school
or when April needs to be at work. Guess
they will figure that out. Oops. There is a random weird sound. I think it may be an alarm. Wake up call.
“Git up. Git outa da bed. Don’t be a grunt, you big ol’ head.”
Acts
3:19 says, “Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped
out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord.”
Father,
thank you for this chance to hang out with Cailyn and Marley and Tillie and
Abby for a sleepover. Be with Cailyn at
school and her parents at work. Amen.
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