Allan has been a big trooper to help with the boys, but I know he's ready to not be in charge of them. This morning at breakfast I asked on a scale of 1 (lowest) to 10 how bad did he want the boys in their new home and he said '8'. I then told him that is how much of himself he will give us today in moving them out. Hmm....he wishes he would have thought about that number a little bit more. Maybe he'd have said 3 or 4.
Okay, a funny thing happened Tuesday.
I had received a 'twitter' from saying that their corn dogs were 50 cents all day long. I decided to take Shannon and Allan for dinner after they had worked with the whole day, with boys and painting, etc. So we're at the window of the drive-in and we heard screeching brakes and a loud bang, like a car accident had just happened. Well, it was one of the carhops that had run out in front of us to deliver a meal to a parked car and he ran right into someone who was just passing through the parking lot! The tray of food went flying and the drink spilled all over the car's windshield! We were right next to them and the girl in the car looked shocked! The girl helping us at the window screamed to the guy 'Jarod, are you okay?' He was totally mortified but told us all he was okay and the thing was, he was in his 20's!! And NOT on skates!! Crazy Jarod. He probably was sore the next day.
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