A few things that made my day.

1: I was sorting my recycling and putting it in all the correct bins when this guy with a backpack walks up and hands me a $1,000,000 bill. He just said "Here you go" and walked away. I kind of squeaked out a thanks between wondering if he was a rapist and trying to figure out if it was real money (just briefly, massive amounts of common sense set in after that). The front was pretty normal looking (except that it read $1,000,000), but it didn't have grains, watermarks or raised ink (see, all of that forgery training WAS helpful). The back had a message (in teensy tiny print) that talked about how if we've ever committed a sin, we're going to hell. But then it talked about how if we access the atonement we can have eternal life (not in so many words).  I thought it was a cute little object lesson about how that really is what it's like to be able to repent.

2: Much less serious. I was dropping some stuff off at the secondhand store outside drop-off, and spotted this amazing treasure.

In case you can't believe your eyes, it is an inflated blowfish with googly eyes (tackseedermists r us), suspended in a bird cage. I love it so much, I was tempted to steal it and use it in my new bathroom decor. But then, someone is going to pay good money for that, and that would be like taking food from the mouths of children. But I still have two questiosns; WHO?!?!?! and WHY??????!!!!!!

3: I was shopping today for my new bathroom (shush, I wanted an excuse to redecorate anyways), and got a little obsessed with green. I thought about putting a fake plant in my bathroom, but I'm not a huge fan of fake plants. Then I thought about putting a REAL plant in my bathroom, but I knew that I'd have to get one that does REALLY well in shade, or I'd have to be neurotic, and only put it in the bathroom when company comes over. Anyways, I wandered over to the plant section, and looked for a things that didn't require much sunlight. I found a cute little plant that I thought would just be fun to have in my kitchen. So I went and I found a little pot for it. The pot was really little, but it still would need some potting soil in order to let my plant grow to its full potential. So I found a bigger pot, and then I thought that it'd be kind of lame to buy an entire bag of potting soil for just this little plant and its little pot, and hey, I've been wanting to grow some kind of garden! I might as well start something useful and practice. So I found a cheap plastic planter box, and got a cilantro plant, a tomato plant, and a basil plant (salsa and pesto, yay!!!). I got them home, and wanted to get them into the sunlight so that I don't kill them on their first day, but I was going to a friend's house soon, and couldn't find the drill to drill the box onto our little railing thing outside of our door. So, I dug down deep to my "Let's make it practical, who cares if it's pretty" roots, and here is the result. 

Which you can't see at all. Argh! It's taped on. I would have used duct tape because that would've been so much funnier, but I couldn't find THAT either. But I had a good giggle about how proud of me my mom would be. 

4: Last, I spent the evening with two awesome couples, and one of the awesome couple's awesome kids. They've been so good to me for the past couple of months that we've been hanging out, and especially while Matt's been gone. Well awesome child #1, Izacc, is slightly dramatic at times, and tonight was no exception (he's four). We'd walked to a playground after dinner, where the adults digested while the boys played, and just for setup/contrast, Izacc's little brother just turned two, and is wearing some T4 clothes already. He's kind of a beast, and literally ran head first into a couch tonight and it didn't even phase him. He tries so hard to talk, and his parents can understand most of it and he tries so hard to mimic what everyone says. He will sing his entire ABC's and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and it's mainly "a ee ee ee ee ee agh, fa fa ee af ah ah ah". He tries so hard and it's ADORABLE. Anyways, Ian is a beast, Izacc is dramatic (but normally very articulate). Izacc went down one slide that went kind of fast, and couldn't catch himself in time, so he hit the gravel butt first and started BAWLING. Ian did the same thing a couple of minutes later, and just looked a little surprised, but then got totally proud of himself, and started yelling for everyone to watch him do it again. The funny part was when Ian came running over smiling and happy saying "Bug, bug!" and pointing to a slide, where Izacc was completely spread-eagle screaming "BUG BUG BUG BUG" and trying to spit on and yell at the bugs. Awesome 8.5 month preggo mom went to go save him, and reported back that there were three tiny bugs on the slide that she'd rescued him from. So funny. 

Well, I probably should prepare my Primary lesson now. I keep forgetting that that has to happen every bippin week. *Sigh*. 4.5 more days sans Matt.