6:30pm. Last night.
We are scarfing down dinner.
Phone rings in the other room, we ignore b/c there is too much to do and we need to keep scarfing.
The Mister and I are making the list...
pack for a cross country trip
don't forget to charge electronics
don't forget underwear
get the laundry out of the dryer
check the weather
do the dishes
finish MAKING xmas gifts
and on, and on, and on...
I grab the phone to check the weather and see a msg. We all listen and it went like this (word for word):
Okay you guys, this is a flash invite. Kinda like a flash dance, you know? Where everyone starts dancing. We are inviting you over RIGHT NOW, RIGHT HERE AND NOW when we are making t-shirts, b&b farm t-shirts, we are inviting you over for ice cream. Boom bam boom everyone gets ice cream and everyone goes home with a t-shirt. BAM. boom. done. like that. boom. Alright bye.
The Mister took the phone.
Dialed.
Proceeded to say:
This makes absolutely no sense for us this evening. We will be right over.
and that is the good stuff in life...
Noah has never heard of a better invite, and frankly neither have I.
Um, yes... Gabi likes her ice cream.
HELPFUL assistants to the right -->
HOPELESS assistants in the back please!!
Ok, you redeemed yourself... you can help!
The kids were beaming about their shirts! Gabi put her pre picked outfit on and the red T right over top! It looks great. No picture though... can you guess what I was doing until 11:30 last night and then in the wee hours this morning? Can you say SCRAMBLE??
I highly recommend accepting flash invites if they ever come your way...
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