We just wanted a sandwich

Thursday, it finally came. I had big plans that I was waiting for all week: dinner with Sarah! We had it all planned out. We were going to the 9th and 9th Deli and would chat until she had to go to YW's basketball. I waited anxiously on the porch of the Deli, safeguarded from the rain. Sarah was parking and then we would go inside....or so we thought. After embracing, we tried the door. LOCKED! What the...? We then saw the sign on the door: "Hours: 11am - 5:05pm"

First of all, who closes a deli shop at 5:05pm? Random. Well, we were disappointed and retreated to Great Harvest with our tails between our legs. I was still craving the Reuben sandwich that I was hoping to eat last night. We walked down to Great Harvest and perused the sandwich menu. Sarah had picked up some bread. Right before we order our sandwiches, I notice another sign: "Sandwiches served until 3:30pm". What the....? Why is it so hard to get a sandwich around this town? I guess I should pay more attention to signs. So, Sarah purchased her bread and we headed back to our cars, again tails between our legs, defeated and deflated.

We decided to head over closer to downtown and decided on Cafe Rio; we were pretty sure it would be open. SUCCESS! We had a lovely dinner and as always, a great time catching up. So, we didn't get sandwiches, but salad and enchiladas. A fair trade.

Ding dong! Oh hi sisters...

"Are you here for dinner?"
"Yes. Is that okay?"
"Yes, yes, come on in. Have a seat. Let me call Erin and see what the plan is."
"You're not Erin?"
"No."

This is how the conversation went last Wednesday when I encountered four sister missionaries on my porch ready for dinner at five o'clock. Erin had volunteered to feed the sisters and then forgot about it. Luckily, I left work early so I was home when they arrived. I called Erin and she stopped at Cafe Rio to feed the famished sisters (being a missionary is hard work you know).

I played hostess for almost an hour as I watched the sisters nervously checking their watches as their stomachs growled. As a missionary, one is always checking her watch...it's almost like a nervous twitch. It made me miss my days as a missionary in Argentina. It reminded me of waiting in members' homes for almost an hour before we would eat lunch together. Argentines are really never in a big hurry to do much, except get their maté on. We had a nice chat of all things mission and how crazy some of the people you teach or contact are.

Well, Erin finally made it home with four pork burritos from Cafe Rio and I handed off hostess duties to her so I could rush up to the Institute to play basketball...oh did I mention church ball has started up? Yikes! No injuries have been sustained...thus far.

Haylie gets her nails did!

Our Haylie bug is eight! I remember holding her the for the first time in the hospital. Now she's a bit bigger but I can still pick her up...for now :) We celebrated a little early on Saturday with a lunch at Applebees. Haylie was anxiously awaiting her ice cream and happy birthday song. When the Applebees people finally came around the corner clapping and cheering, she knew it was time. Haylie, Mikaela and Grumpy Jim celebrating the ice cream.

After lunch, Aunt Ewee had a special treat for Haylie. Her first ever manicure! Nail gal Cassie took good care of Haylie and made her nails pretty snazzy with a flower on the middle finger (Haylie chose that finger...we're not sure why).

All done! I think Haylie is on her way to many more manis and pedis...just like her Nana Sue :)




Happy birthday Haylie! I sure do love you!