Monday, no, I mean, Tuesday

Those Monday holidays always mess me up.

What a crazy Memorial Day it was! First, we all thought the parade was at 1pm. So did the newspaper. We got there just at one and found out that it was actually at 2pm. So most of us waited around for an hour while a few went back to my mother-in-law's and got some snacks and drinks and a blanket. Then one of my BILs went back to the house to start the grill. We wondered what was wrong when we saw him walking back to us - turns out there was no propane left in the tank, but he didn't have keys to his car to go buy some so he walked all the way back to the parade to get them from his wife.

So the parade was great, but when we got back we didn't really smell the grill going - it was going, but veerrryyy slowly. Finally it just died all together. So my SILs and my MIL were inside trying to cook food in the oven and toaster oven. Because my MIL stores stuff in the oven, we thought we had taken everything out, but all of a sudden there was a loud pop, and glass was all over the steak in the oven!!! There had been a glass casserole cover stuck to the top heating element and it shattered, and all the steak had to be thrown away.

That gets all cleaned up, and then my two SILs and I are in the kitchen and suddenly the chicken falls off the counter, spilling marinade all over Sarah's leg and foot and new flip flops. The three of us just burst out laughing - I mean, what else could you do?! The day had just been so crazy, that one more thing just made it all hilarious. I tried to keep my MIL out of the kitchen while Jen cleaned the floor and Sarah when to wash off her leg. It was too funny.

We had to rush through our triple birthday celebration (my DH, my son and my niece) so that Jen could head off to work, but everything else worked out ok. It just seemed like a bit of a let down not being able to sit around and chat like we usually do on Memorial Day.

The parade was good, though. There was a man standing across the road from us who was all dressed us, shirt and tie with a v-neck sweater over it. He had a military hat on, and every time an American flag went by he stood at attention and saluted it. I wanted to cry. And all the veterans in the parade saluted him, too. That was amazing and beautiful. What else can you do but clap louder when they pass by to try to show your appreciation, and say a prayer for those who didn't come home?