Not Me is Back!

I kind of miss doing these posts so we're going to give it another whirl.  Not sure if I'll have enough to write about every week but we'll do our best.

The Saturday before Father's Day, I did not mix up and freeze three batches of homemade ice cream.  Butter Pecan, Chocolate with Peanut Butter Chips and Chocolate with Snickers Bars - Yum!  I did not make up a batch of Vanilla to bring into work earlier in the week.  I think that might be the extent of my ice cream making for the summer unless I get a different kind of ice cream machine.  The old-school bucket style (luckily it has a motor) is a lot of work.

Daddy did not get to show off his little girl at Home Depot on Father's Day.  Not quite the same audience as at the EP store but he still had fun bringing her around to his employees.  John brought Megan in to the EP yesterday and got a little baby Home Depot apron.  It's so cute!

I did not finally have a response to my Craigslist add to sell John's old 48" JVC Projection TV.  The guy called me the night before Father's Day after I finished with the ice cream.  He did not call me again at noon the next day (Father's Day) at wanting to pick it up right after lunch at my parents'.  My brother came along to help the guy load it up in his van where it just barely fit.  After they got it loaded he asked what was really wrong with it since he was planning to use ours as parts for his own recently which had also just konked out.  He thought maybe this was what was wrong with his - oops, sorry too late - it's in the van already!  And then I forgot to send the remote along with him.  Mailed the remote that week and heard back that he was able to get his TV up and working and is now left with a big paperweight in his garage.  Better in his garage than ours!

John's Explorer is back in the garage.  Good thing, too, because some kids did not go through the Explorer one night when it was parked in our driveway.  They went through the arm rest and glove box and all they took were a few cards of Imodium! 

A little birdie did not poop on Megan's shirt during our Thursday picnic 'n' a park outing.  That was a little gross, especially since she smeared it around a little. 

I did not sleep in (or Megan did not let me sleep in) until 6:30 on Sunday morning.  By time I got her fed and quieted down it was way too late to make it to 8:15 church.  "That's fine," I thought, and decided to simply go to the later service.  Only when I got there at 10:45 I was embarassed and very disappointed to find out that the second service is at 10:00 during the summer.  Megan hadn't not gone to church a week since she was born.  We technically did "go to church".  Think this still counts?