Today, I went to work after dropping both kids off like normal. I was trying to time Peyton’s pick up to coordinate with right after lunch, and right before nap. It’s a small timeframe, about 10 minutes. Luckily, I got there just as they were all quieted down, and on their mats. She came with her stuff, and then we left. She looked pooped when I got her in the car. We drove to get Brandon, and then we went back to Costco to take our photos for our passport pictures. My passport is due this year, so I decided to renew the kids’, since both were expired. I got all the paperwork ready to go earlier in the week, but we hadn’t had time to do pictures. Costco’s is a third of the post office price. So we took our photos, and then had to shop for 20 minutes before the pictures were ready. I headed over to the workbook area, and there were a ton out. I browsed through these, while both kids entertained themselves with books they each selected. I was surprised how calm they both were, and they were quiet for at least 15 minutes. I thumbed through both a third and fourth grade level book for Brandon, and since I couldn’t decide, I got both. For Peyton, I knew she’s already completed the kindergarten books we had a home, and she was working on the old first grader ones. The few pages that I looked through looked like something Peyton had done already or would breeze through. To confirm, I asked her to review some pictures and corresponding blending consonants. She quickly got through those and was asking her why I was doing it with her when she knew it already. There were probably some pages that she hadn’t done yet, but just to be safe, and to challenge her, I leafed through the second grade book. I was ready to leave the area, but both kids weren’t done with their books. I gave them 2 more minutes, then headed back to the photo area. Our pictures were done, and then we left to go get gas before heading to the post office. Our appointment was not until 3 pm, but I wanted to make sure we didn’t rush. We got there by 245 pm, and Dave had just pulled in. He had to meet us there otherwise he would have had to provide another document to okay me getting the kids’ passports. There was only one pencil in the car, and I played a game with the kids. Whoever spoke first was required to do their book first. Singing was okay, but no whining. The veins and arteries of the generic super cialis organ get extra blood in the erectile condition. Ephedra: This particular herb is efficient in promoting the cheapest viagra professional process of burning fat without losing the muscle mass. So plan for cialis canada no prescription a nice candle light dinner with your partner and provides improved performance. Sexual arousal or desire to have intercourse may arise because of several elements, the main being erection dysfunction, impotency or other cialis no prescription healthcare factors. I think Peyton wanted at her book, so she complained first about Brandon, so that earned her a pencil and book. She brought it in the post office, and I told her to go to the table to finish up her pages. She was happy to do a zoo animal word search, along with some riddles about animals. Brandon felt left out, so Dave went to get his book and a pen, and he started on his. He read about LBJ (not the president, but LeBron James). Yes, it was in the workbook, and it was a reading comprehension passage. Finally, we were called in, after waiting about 30 minutes, 15 because we were early, and another 15 because the lady was behind schedule. Dave took the kids home, while I went to the phone store to check on my phone. Apparently, my phone is not calling Dave’s correctly, and the texts aren’t going through. Of course, when I went to explain that to both guys at the phone store, they mocked me (I felt), because 1) my phone was only not calling Dave’s, and 2) really? Your texts aren’t going through to your husband? Gee, I wonder why! So, after the guy proved to me that my phone was dialing his okay, he suggested that Dave come in to bring his phone in. I’ve been emailing him because neither phone nor text works. When I got home, the kids were playing legos quietly upstairs, while Dave was lounging around on the couch. I felt like I was being sent on a wild goose hunt, and Dave told me he reinstalled his whatsapp, and suddenly, the phone was communicating with mine again. Go figure. We headed out for happy hour at the new restaurant (in a local chain) to use my gift certificate. We went nuts, had some drinks, and both kids got to eat. Brandon was loving the poke and sushi rolls we’d ordered. Peyton got through just a portion of her salmon, and wondered why Brandon was getting all the food. She had tapped out a long time before Brandon. While we were wrapping up, Brandon looked up and said, “Oh, look, the motorcycle fell down!” There was another car nearby, and we were trying to figure out what happened. Three guys were walking over to the biker to help him pick the cycle up off the ground. The lady got out of her car and was inspecting the back quarter panel. Brandon then said, “Well, the motorcycle fell down, because the white car backed up, and then hit the motorcycle.” He was sure that the back up lights were on, and that she had backed up. I hadn’t seen a thing, so I had no idea, but I thought it was funny that we could offer up Brandon as an eye witness to the accident. Luckily, it was low speed, and everyone was okay. We were walking to our own car as they were exchanging information. She kept looking at her car, while I was still worried about the biker. We went for ice cream after, but Peyton only got a spoonful because she was in trouble from yesterday. We’ll see how she does in her game tomorrow. We got home, and while one kid was bathing, the other was reading their books!