Yesterday was bad.

Just bad. I started the day with a negative HPT. Big surprise there. Next issue. Andrew and I were supposed to go swimming with some friends. They never called. Correction. They called at 10:30 to say that they had forgotten that their oldest had a swim meet that morning and they had decided not to go back to the pool. Fine. Andrew and I go to Wal-Mart for a bed rail and some other stuff. We needed the rail because he fell out of his bed again Friday night. We get home, I put Andrew in bed because he fell asleep on the way home. I eat, bake a chocolate pound cake, and take a nap. I get up and wake Clayton up so he can shower before the picnic. We wake Andrew and head to Camp Croft for the picnic. We're driving along and get to the State Park, go in and drive around. We had just about decided that we were in the wrong place and were heading out to find the right place when I noticed the date on the invitation. Not for Saturday the 11th, but for SUNDAY, the 12th. Yeah, I feel dumb. (Not that the invite said Saturday OR Sunday. It just had the date, but still...) So, we drive around for a bit. Clayton takes us to a dam that has a set of stairs so you can get down to the shoals and the river. We go down there and sit for a little while. Decide that we should have an asado for supper. Go to Wal-Mart (again) and pick up bratwurst, pork loin, and some steak. Get home and grill all that meat. Oh, and provolone cheese. We toss that on the grill, too. Eat. YUM. Good food. Andrew goes to bed. I get my feelings hurt. Perfect end to a perfect day. Yeah, whatever.