The 24th

Todd came down stairs this morning and asked what day it was. My heart actually started beating fast because (this was the actual thought in my head) "I know this one! It's Monday, because I had a really bad headache and didn't go to church yesterday so that makes today Monday. AND, Cooper was up an hour early this morning, so I was trying to get things done before the house started to stir and my computer said something about the 24th." So my response to Todd? It's the 24th. With a puzzled look on his face he asked the 24th of October? Which seemed crazy to me so I responded no. Then he looked even more confused and asked if it was the 24th of September. That didn't make sense either, since I had just gotten the gym schedule for the first of October. At this point, I realized that my excitement was all for not and I was totally confused. Sad day. It's like when someone asks you your birthday or your mother's maiden name and you get the answer wrong. Oh well, maybe I'll get it tomorrow...

This picture is from last week when we all went to our favorite local cafe. The waitress knows Em and always has the barista make her a foamed milk in her own expresso cup. Has nothing to do with the rest of the post, but I know how some like pictures!