More eating and drinking... Went to the Pettit Ice Center to watch a friend play in a league hockey game this evening. (Go winter time sports!) Cuz Sarah and I continued on to brave the frigid cold and went to Zaffiro's for unbeatable thin crust pizza, frosty cold High Lifes and chitty chat. No shots and home by midnight. Good clean Friday night fun.
Worst Part of the Day-
Will-O came home from an early morning ortho appointment with 2 plastic recorder instruments for Scarlet and Liam to play away and have fun making noise. A well-intended and potentially educational gift. Thank you, Will-O! At first I, too, was interested and wanted to show Scarlet my grade school prowess of playing this (in 5th grade I was in a mildly revered recorder quintet, though I faked being able to read music the whole time...). I tried to show Scarlet how to play my only remembered piece of "Hot Crossed Buns". She was not into it and went on to say "I already know how to play. Guess what song this is?" Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak--squeak, squeak, squeak. It actually sounded familiar. What is that? "Who Let the Dogs Out!" she cried. Oh no. So today's soundtrack was largely squeaky sharp notes to that damn catchy (yet simultaneously annoying) rhythm: squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak--squeak, squeak, squeak.
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