Birthday, weekend, mean people.

I was just at Meijer, waiting at the deli for gourmet chicken salad.

Loud speaker: Now serving customer number....6....3...

Man: That's me. I need a pound of (blahblahblah)

Deli girl: Ok. (grabs the meat and heads over to the meat slicer.)

Man: (Says something....I'm not really paying attention at this point)

Man: Hey, did you hear me? Did you HEAR ME?

Deli girl: Yes, I heard you.

Man: Well then ACKNOWLEDGE!

Man turns to me, standing there picking my jaw up off the floor.

Man: I served in the Marine corps for 20 years! When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be DONE.

I usually don't shop on the weekends, because I swear that's when people are the meanest. People mope around with angry faces, rolling their eyes at you just because you need to pass them in the aisle. Sighing heavily when you spend a second too long picking out which mayonnaise to buy. Driving across parking lots as if there are no road markings. But, it's Craig's birthday, and we needed a cake. And gourmet chicken salad.

Birthday!

The twins turned five today. We had a small party today, and by small, I mean we invited their grandma and grandpa and that's it. They had a great day, though. I just can't believe they're 5!

This next picture is possibly the sweetest thing ever. Seriously. I forgot I had taken it earlier today, and when I was editing that birthday pic, I accidentally opened this one. The sweetness overwhelmed me and I actually started crying. What in the world.....this much cute should be illegal. This is why Craig and I sometimes fight over who's going to lay down with the twins at nap time. Who wouldn't want this kind of cuddle?

I'll be so sad when they start school and there will be no more nap time. Wahh :-(

Never trust an 8 year old.

Disclaimers: Miers = Meijer, a store that I shop at a lot. Also, Craig was in the van while I was in there. ;-)

Sneaky little brat. I wonder how many Christmas presents she knows about already.