Nate had been working in Washington D.C. all week and was suppose to get home Thursday night. They had gotten 3 plus feet of snow that week so a lot of flights had been cancelled on previous days and even that morning. So when Nate's plane coming from Dallas was 2 hours late (because of weather in Texas) it made it so he missed his connecting flight in Chicago which meant there was no way he was going to get home Thursday. I cried. I won't lie. Sometimes it just can't be helped, like an unstoppable rebel force. (Sorry, I got carried away there.) All the people who had had cancelled flights took every last available seat on every plane to Salt Lake City for the next two days. So the only and best way to get him home before Sunday was to fly him from D.C. to Chicago. Sleep in Chicago (luckily in a hotel). Catch a flight to Portland, Oregon. Have a 4+ hour layover (it ended up being delayed an hour longer on top of the 4 hours...poor guy). Then finally get on a plane to SLC. Really I felt bad for Nate. No one wants to be stuck in airports or on airplanes for 24 hours! He finally got home around 9:00 p.m. Friday, but to his dismay (and mine too!) this guy was in our family room...
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So somehow I get suckered, tricked, whatever you want to call it into letting a Kirby salesman into my home. The kid was a horrible salesman... nice to me, but definitely not good for their company. He would do his demonstration then start watching the Disney channel (as seen in the picture) with the kids..... come on! I told him right off the bat I wasn't going to buy one. He seemed to only need to do the demonstration to make his boss happy. Speaking of his boss. Oh. My. Heck. Can you say "Karoosh"? (I made-up the spelling! What kind of name is that?) Eew- just thinking of him makes my skin crawl. I won't say what I called him when I talked to Nate (don't worry it wasn't anything really bad, but it wouldn't be tasteful to put on this family blog). Lets just say weasel... stupid, idiotic weasel. So Mr. Weasel tried to get all sympathetic with me about my life (as if he knows anything about being a stay-at-home mom. Sure it's hard sometimes, but it's not a prison sentence!). He tried to tell me I didn't need to discuss spending $2500 with my husband and he just irritated the crap (sorry, there was no better word) out of every last ounce of me. By the time Nate got home I had been dealing with these guys for two hours. All Nate had to say was "You about done?" and they were out! Not another word! Thank the high heavens!! That will be the last time I try to "help" a little insecure salesman(kid) out.Since Valentines was on Sunday this year and Nate had been gone all week, Nate and I decided we would take the kids out to lunch for a "Valentines" outing to one of our favorite places, Sakura. So we packed up and drove to Orem only to find that on Saturdays they don't serve lunch. What??! Monday-Friday they open at 11:00 a.m., but Saturdays not so much. The kids were starving and my craving for the food had set in permanently so we got the kids hamburgers and went to my parents house to wait until 3:30 when they opened. As the clocked ticked on, all of the kids lost interest in going at all. So Nate and I ended up with a Valentines date alone after all and my parents got an unexpected babysitting date! Thanks mom and dad!!
For breakfast on Valentines day Nate made his specialty, "hole in the bread", with hearts!
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I think I got about 5 valentines from Tye over the few days leading up to Valentines Day. They were usually just chocolates he stuck in an envelope. No note. Chocolate says more than words anyway, right? Nate and I didn't exchange gifts this year. To me, just having him make it home from Washington D.C. was gift enough!! We didn't even do cards or anything, but I did tell him both of us have to write a love letter to the other by the end of this week. We'll see who follows through.... And NO! Chocolate does NOT say more than words in this case!
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