The very over-due weekend recap*

* Said weekend recap only covers one day of the weekend so I'm not sure it really can be filed under the  "weekend recap" category. You know what I have to say about that? Whatever.

On Friday Molly and I went to see Haitian and African drummers perform at her school. 

 I had never heard of the Bamidele Dancers and Drummers before, but I am now aware of the fact that they are a trio of highly talented and energetic individuals who seem to be powered by the Energizer Bunny. Molly wanted to sit with her school friends during the show and since I'm not in that elite group, I was relegated to sitting with the mothers and grandmothers. I had no idea that children started the whole "I don't want to be seen with you" thing when they're only 5 years old. We have so many wonderful years to look forward to. Towards the end of the show, the dancers were telling us how drums were used as a form of communication. To demonstrate this, a drum and a conch shell had a conversation the topic of which was every person in the room over the age of 18 had to come up to the stage. As I generally don't volunteer for things unless I know what's going to happen, I chose to forget the fact that I'm over age 18. I am so glad I did. If nothing else, Molly might have been embarrassed. 

    When we got home, we got Zachary off the bus and played outside for a while. Molly is in a fairy phase so we spent a while building fairy houses in the trees behind their house. After a while, we heard a lot of crunching and crashing from the trees in the general direction of the neighbor's house. These noises can only mean one thing- the neighbor girl is coming over. She's not allowed to come over when my aunt's not home so I'm always telling her she has to leave. This week I thought of a brilliant new approach. I told the kids to be very quiet so maybe Danica wouldn't notice we were outside and she'd leave on her own. Molly liked this plan but Zachary, normally the quieter one, decided this would be a great moment to shout out, "WHY DO WE HAVE TO BE QUIET?"

After I left Z and M's house, I drove home to pick up the twins then went to our friends' grandfathers wake. Two interesting things happened on the way.

1. We pulled over to let an ambulance pass which started a conversation about how interesting it would be if the ambulance was going to the funeral home. Something about an emergency at a funeral home seemed to strike us a little funny. We also discussed how someone passed out during Ronald Reagan's funeral and if indeed the ambulance was going to rescue someone from a funeral home emergency, the person could say that the same thing happened to them as happened to someone at the funeral of a president. {If you're confused by this whole conversation as well as why we were having it in the first place, I completely understand.} As it turns out, there was an emergency at the funeral home. The brother of the man who died passed out in front of the coffin. Of course, that is not funny, but we did slightly enjoy that our what-ifs because an it-happened.

2. As I pulled into the parking lot, I did a fancy little turn. I like to add a little excitement to my driving every now and then. Almost immediately the twins started ooohhhing and aaahhhhing with a great deal of enthusiasm. I looked over at them and explained {once again} that I can be a cool driver when I so choose and I was glad they were there to witness it. I could almost hear them roll their eyes as they said, "we were NOT talking about your driving. We were talking about that sports car over there." Ok then. I will just go back to my normal, abide by the rules, highly boring methods of driving. {I still think it was a very fancy, cool driver turn.}