So the weekend didn’t turn out how I planned…

Friday I got home and went straight to bed, I was exhausted. Saturday, I woke up at 11:30 which meant I wasn’t making it to the Needleplay class which started at 11:00. I was also sicker than snot which filled my sinuses. But, the boys had no Sunday clothes so I had to head out shopping. $400 – 2 suits, 2 pairs of jeans, several shirts and sweaters were purchased and the alterations were scheduled for pick up next week. Is it shameful for me to admit that I found a really nice suit for myself at Walmart? I have siblings that would think it horrible that I even walked into such a low brow store but I just got a nice pin stripe suit for $50. And it looks a lot nicer than it costs. It’s not easy for me to get a suit to fit right. I’m an 8 petite pant or skirt and a size 12 or 14 jacket. That means that I usually have to buy a 12 or 14 and have the bottom half tailored to death and it ends up looking like crap. So, it’s nice to have something fit without having to have it tailored, although it would only cost a few dollars to have Leone fit it to me.
So wait, I was getting suits for my boys right? I bought 2 suits and one was for me, what about the boys? It turns out that DH has saved his suits as he outgrew them. It seems that the double breasted Oscar De la Renta suit that DH bought just before the drunk driver hit us in 1989 is back in style and fits DS#1 pretty well. It only needs a little tailoring and Leone’s son just drooled over the material and the cut, he can’t wait to work on it.
Sunday, I was even sicker and, this is one of the reasons why I love the man I married, DH let me sleep in and had one of the boys bring me toast and an herbal decongestant tea late in the afternoon when I woke up. This doesn’t sound like much but what it means is that my DH who is still non-weight bearing got himself up and dressed without help, went downstairs and kept everyone away from bothering me. This is just one of the many reasons that I love this man and am so glad that we are working to be together throughout all eternity.

My weekend was rounded out when DD called and told us the news that the prophet for the last 13 years, President Gordon B. Hinckley had passed away. He is the the only prophet my boys remember. President Benson was prophet when DD was born. The first time I took her to church, President and Sister Benson were there. DD was acting up so I went to the lobby to keep her from disturbing the meeting. She wouldn’t calm down so I packed up to leave and walked into Sister Benson and the prophets security guards. Sister Benson insisted on holding the baby. It didn’t make the security happy and I think they thought I did it on purpose (I hadn’t). I realize this story has nothing to do with President Hinckley but I just wanted to record it tonight.

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