Is That Weird? Or Is It Just Me?

It was just one of those weird kind of days....

How is it possible that walking and talking with a friend makes an hour seem like ten minutes, and ten minutes on a treadmill feels like a very looong hour?
Or is that just me?

We love our Mac computer.  iPhoto has a great feature called face recognition.
My middle daughter decided to check out the collection entitled Mom.... and ended up having a laughing fit... calling the whole family over to take a look.
This is one of the images recorded under my name.
I tried not to take offense.
Because at a certain weird angle I suppose it did look a little like me...

Remember when I decided to give new life to my bouquet of flowers?
It was quite sweet when my youngest found a water bottle and did the same for another bouquet that was on its last leg.
Later I found the vase nestled in her bed under her reading lamp, as though it was being put to bed.
As for the pillow case over the lamp?
That is just weird... as well as a fired hazard I suppose.

The girls were all in need of various summer items, so we went to the mall after school today.  

In an uncharacteristic move I allowed them Ice Cream cones before supper.  

They were allowed to choose between a cone and a cup.  

They chose the cone, and to my astonishment 3 scoops of ice cream were crammed in.  

The cup usually only has 1 large scoop.

They are both the same price? I think that's kind of weird?

The cones are supposed to help make the Ice Cream experience less messy.
Note the width of the cone, and then the width of the elongated ice cream facial smear.
Hmmm?
weird...

We needed some summer flip flops,
and while at Shoe Warehouse I always let the girls loose in the open boxed clearance section
(to enjoy a little dress up time, also known as, you will buy those over my dead body time.)
My eldest thought she was pretty cool rocking out these 5 inch high strappy sandals.

Until I mentioned she wasn't quite carrying off the look with her sweater done up like she was Irkle.
It was a sweet moment, as my teen fashionista often thinks that her mom is fashionably...
you guessed it,  "weird."

The Agronomist also worked on putting up some shelves in the younger girl's bedroom, and when he asked for the vacuum cleaner I thought it was a little, well... weird.

Until I realized he was being terribly thoughtful and managed to catch most of the plaster dust before it even hit the floor.
And then I went all weak in the knees. 

Its a weird response I sometimes have around him.

    xo