Buddies!
Maggie was at the house when I got home from work and we ordered a pizza and got right to work finishing the rest of the ornaments. By eleven we were both pooped and wondering where we're going to get the energy for tomorrow's show but we'll find it. We always do.
Stacy was over for a couple hours as well, she's come to a couple sales with us and anytime the three of us are in the same room there's guaranteed to be some pretty hysterical laughter. We all just play off each other and we've had some pretty great adventures too. Like the time we were in London just getting the hang of the M highways in our rented car. The slow lane was going way over the posted speed limit so you can imagine what the cars in the passing lane were doing. Stacy decided Maggie was taking too long to switch lanes so all of a sudden from the back seat comes a very adamant 'Floor it Grandma!'. Poor Maggie didn't know what to do and I wasn't much help from the passenger seat, all I did was laugh and laugh as Maggie hit the gas then looked at the speedometer in shock. Stacy tried to convince her that she'd some day make a fine NASCAR driver but I don't think Maggie agreed.
Stacy's promised to bring us lunch tomorrow and to check in and see how we're doing. And Maggie and I are laying bets Mom will show up too. But right now its time for bed, it'll be an early alarm tomorrow morning.
Stacy was over for a couple hours as well, she's come to a couple sales with us and anytime the three of us are in the same room there's guaranteed to be some pretty hysterical laughter. We all just play off each other and we've had some pretty great adventures too. Like the time we were in London just getting the hang of the M highways in our rented car. The slow lane was going way over the posted speed limit so you can imagine what the cars in the passing lane were doing. Stacy decided Maggie was taking too long to switch lanes so all of a sudden from the back seat comes a very adamant 'Floor it Grandma!'. Poor Maggie didn't know what to do and I wasn't much help from the passenger seat, all I did was laugh and laugh as Maggie hit the gas then looked at the speedometer in shock. Stacy tried to convince her that she'd some day make a fine NASCAR driver but I don't think Maggie agreed.
Stacy's promised to bring us lunch tomorrow and to check in and see how we're doing. And Maggie and I are laying bets Mom will show up too. But right now its time for bed, it'll be an early alarm tomorrow morning.
