The seller and I agreed to a pick up on Wednesday. He gave me his address and later I looked it up on Google Maps to get an idea of where it was. Then I typed it into the GPS before Greg and I left to go pick it up. I drove down the street looking at the house numbers: **0, **2, **4... and reached the end of the cul-de-sac with no **6 in existence. Google found **6, the GPS found **6. Where is **6? Luckily the seller was easy to reach on his phone. Either I got it wrong or he told me the wrong number. The real one was **4.
The superyard itself was in good shape and the seller was very nice. A Craigslist success!
Greg and I met up with some playgroup friends at a local playground this afternoon. He went swinging and then played in the mulch with his pals.
Greg's friend shuffled over to say hello |
"Hi!" |
Checking out the mulch and sticks |
Today is Andrew's birthday. Happy birthday, hubby! I got a card for him "from Greg" that had a frog on it and said "Hoppy birthday, Daddy." Father and son celebrated the day by reading the "best book ever" - Nobody Listens to Andrew.
Reading before bed |
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