I'm no Dora the Explorer

I ventured into the great unknown of South St. Paul this morning. I was to meet my sister-in-law for breakfast. I drove the white car, and not my nice blue van because my nice blue van had transmission problems (AGAIN. We will not go there. I cannot deal with it). So I'm in a car that feels like a prosthetic device instead of an extension of my arms and legs. I've mapquested the address of the eatery and had the step-by-step directions, but unirregardlessly, I got lost. Well, not totally lost. I didn't turn on St. Paul Ave when I was supposed to. I was able to turn around after a while and go back.

I do that all the time. When Paul ran at the Lakeville CC meet, I waylaid myself because I was in the wrong lane, which turned out to be a turn lane and I wasn't supposed to turn. I've driven past this place a dozen times, and yet I managed to take a roundabout way to get there. Very irritating.

Anyway, breakfast with Marissa was very nice. The oatmeal pancakes were delish! The texture was different than regular pancakes but they were chewier and more substantial. The lemonade was probably one of the best I've had--tart, sweet, and fresh squeezed! Marissa and I had a good chat. She let me rattle on about Katie, Jimmy and Paul, which was very nice of her. I don't think I rattled too much about Matt and Hayley. Owen ate eggs and toast and played with toys. He even said "turtle." He has THE cutest smile! And he kept pointing to the eggs that he threw on the floor, but I wasn't going to give the eggs to him. Marissa's bike contraption that allows Owen to sit up front so she can see him is really nifty. And Owen doesn't mind the bike helmet. I delivered the pants to her (the stack of pants in my sewing room), and Marissa, I hope you made it home with the pants still on the back of the bike. Did any fall off? Did you ever figure out how to get the basket to work?

I napped after I got home while Jim mowed the lawn.

And I put the Halloween quilt on the bed--I'm so excited!

Dave, word.