My Brother Stole my Writing Time...and Frenchys, of Course

So this morning I had to take my daughter to the dentist, we left an hour and twenty minutes early so I could have some time in to frenchys #1.  Son#2 was in desperate need of some t-shirts for school, since he stains up ALLL his t-shirts and I can not get the stains out of them for the life of me.  (ANY TIPS ON REMOVING GREASE (PEANUT BUTTER, MARGARINE,) STAINS FROM T-SHIRTS, DROP ME A LINE IN COMMENTS BELOW). On the way to frenchys my daughter says to me.  "I really hope I find something nice at frenchys, so I can at least have something good about this trip!"  She absolutely hates the dentist, works herself up so bad over it that she actually gets a headache, and gets so dizzy...pretty much ruins her whole day.

Anyway, so we go to frenchys and she comes out happy as a lark!  Why would a girl who's going to be 16 in about 3 months come away from a used clothing store happy?  You'd think because she found some cool clothing, or shoes, right?  Nope, she found a skelanimal (this one), two pokemons (a Pikachu and a mantyke), and her biggest find of all a plush backpack Gir...all for under $5(together).  To her that was a happy trip!  In her defense at frenchys #2 she left with a pair of jeans, and two jackets, so she did get some clothes.  And as suspected she left the dentist with a raging headache.

We came home and after chatting and eating dinner, I had 1 hour left to write, only to get up stairs and have a message waiting for me from brother #4...so there went my writing time, but I always have fun chatting with him so it wasn't a total loss. 

I did get a bit of writing done tonight, and I'm heading off to do some more...on to a new chapter.

~R