Have you ever had deja vu, where in the middle of it you remember that in midst of the deja vu you were thinking, "I'm having deja vu" so then during the actual moment of actual deja vu you think, "I'm having deja vu about having deja vu"?
IT'S TOTALLY CONFUSING.
In other news, I ate Thanksgiving dinner last week. I know - ORIGINAL.
But then after dinner my sister came out of my mom's bathroom and was like, "Ummm, your toilet is tipping....like sideways." And then everyone discovered that the toilet was in fact attempting to fall through the floor.
So basically our Thanksgiving day turned into a Thanksgiving weekend in which Husband and my stepdad got to rip out a rotting bathroom floor and build a new one. And my kids got to annoy my mom with their constant whining, "I'm bored. I'm hungry. Do you have any other toys?" all while destroying the rest of her house with their pent up energy.
Also, we got to see a Christmas light parade on the beautiful main street of Spanish Fork, Utah. (Those of you who have been to Spanish Fork can laugh at that statement with me. HA HA HA.) And during the middle of the parade I saw a UFO. For reals. My sister saw it too, so you can check with her on the validity of actual UFO-ness, if you want.
And also, during my unexpected weekend away, I got to hang out with my grandparents while Monkey and Number Four ate all of their cookies and giggled like crazy in their kitchen. Which was probably my favorite part of the weekend. Because I really like my grandparents. Plus, while I was there my grandma threatened to hunt someone down and kill them, and I about died of AWESOME. Because she's a very petite old woman but that has never stopped her from spitting fire, and when she says stuff like that I'm reminded why I'm so happy to have her genes.
And also, while I was at my mom's house all weekend, I got to play with her big box of Classic K'nex, and I built the Starship Enterprise, and then flew it around the dining room a little bit while humming the opening song to the original Star Trek, which made my mom curse my father for passing on his love of geeky sci-fi shows.
Overall, it was a pretty good weekend. You know, except for that whole toilet-falling-through-the-floor thing.