Let's see...Friday I took the day off work and slept late, then in the afternoon had my teeth deep cleaned. The funny part was that before she started cleaning my teeth, the hygienist and her assistant were talking about a local bakery and highly recommended that I stop by there after my appointment. Way to promote good dental health, ladies! (Of course I went to the bakery afterwards - don't be silly. The cookies and things I got were fabulous.)
Saturday I went to see the Sex and the City movie with two girlfriends. One of them was a fan of the series. The other girl and I had never watched the series, but thought it would be a good girl movie to go see together. We all loved it. I cried several times, and I'm not a big "cry at movies" type. And there were parts that were hilarious! It was an uber-chick flick, and I would never ask my husband to watch it, but I'm really glad I went to see it. I totally enjoyed it.
Yesterday, the weirdest thing happened. I'll have to give you some backstory in order to explain it. When I moved into my own apartment after college, my mom gave me a few kitchen supplies to get me started. These were all hand-me-downs that she either didn't use or didn't like. One of them was a white ceramic mixing bowl. I used it for years, until Rock and I moved in together. Then, Rock's mother saw it and commented that it was Fire King brand, which is old and worth some money. Well, as soon as she heard that, my mother wanted it back. She offered to replace it with another one, but she wanted the one that was worth money. (This is completely typical of my mother's attitude.) I dug in my heels and never gave it back to her. This was about 7 years ago. We've used the Fire King bowl ever since then, and several times joked about taking it to her house and smashing it in her driveway. (What? I'm only 31 in chronological years - not maturity.) Yesterday, the Fire King bowl broke. But the weird part is that no one was using it. It was sitting in the cabinet with all the other dishes. And it split in half. Literally. I don't know if the kids' running around the island (where it was stored) created enough vibration to break it, or if it had another mixing bowl sitting inside it and then the vibration from the kids' running caused it to split, or what. (Yes, running around the kitchen island is a favorite game for my children.) Rock's comment was, "I wonder how your mother is doing." as he pointed to the two halves of the bowl. I seriously got a chill.