Saturday was an interesting day…
First, it was the hubs’ birthday. He celebrated the 20th anniversary of his 18th birthday.
(I know. That’s math. I had to think about it, too, when I overheard him talking to my mother on the phone. He’s 38.)
He had a project to do and left before I arose from my deep slumber. (Because for whatever reason, no matter how tired I am by the time Friday rolls around, I feel the need to stay up late and act like a teenager. I pay for it every Saturday morning, when I’m forced to be a grownup and cart these things to all the activities they are involved in.)
But Saturday morning bought several events to our little area here in Southwest Virginia including the Strawberry Festival, the Chili Cookoff and the Cinco de Mayo celebration…. all taking place Downtown.
So, in a stroke of pure genius, the Rescue Mission (something so near and dear to my heart) decided that since there were going to be SO many people downtown, they should do something to draw attention to the 477 children served by the Mission last year.
Genius. Pure genius! I only wish I were that smart…
So they organized a Pajama Parade. And we went and participated with a few others from our church.
Why yes, that would be Thing 1 in the giraffe pajamas that he loves so much. I won’t even tell you how much they cost. My pajamas are just the pants the hubs got me for Christmas and my Jesus girl shirt that I got at the Beautiful Life Conference last year. (I’m going this year as well, are you?)
I hate to admit it, but the giraffe stole the show.
We ran into some beauty queens. (Is that what you call them? I don’t know. They had crowns and sashes.)
and then someone they were with suggested, perhaps, they all kiss the giraffe.
Poor Thing 1.
He’s not that kind of boy.
The face turned beat red.
He stated he had a girlfriend.
But here were these girls… giving the giraffe kisses.
But my favorite picture from the Pajama Parade?
I know. Heart. Melt.
After the parade (in which we really just walked 5 blocks up and back on the streets of downtown allowing people to ask us (a) why we’re in our pajamas and (b) what the 477 stood for, we partook in a little strawberry shortcake. Unless you’re a giraffe. And then you opt for Kettle Corn.. fresh from the kettle.
I took one home to the hubs. It was his birthday after all.
And from there, I needed to change out of my pjs and into something suitable for my very first tea party.
Seriously.
The ladies from my church had a tea party to honor our pastor who is retiring and another woman, who was the president of the ladies group for 10 years… she just stepped down.
It was fun…
And the food was… of course… amazing. (The biggest benefit of an older congregation in the south.. nothing was picked up at Kroger on the way to the tea… it was ALL home made.)
Yeah.
Probably not the best thing to go to when you’re supposed to go out to dinner with your hubs and friends.
I was rather full when I left there…
But head home I did, a quick change into something more comfortable (read: jeans) and then out to dinner and back to play games…
and of course, by 9:30 I was ready to don those pajamas again.
So… what did your Saturday look like?
Until next time…
One would think that I would be bursting with things to tell you but I got nothing.
