Angry Birds, Jobs, and Ice Cream

I made a new friend yesterday.

There was this little boy at the playground in the mall. And let me tell you, I thought that I was addicted to Angry Birds. This little boy has played every version of the game to date.

And he railed me with questions regarding the game. Have I gotten this? Do I need to look out for the aliens in the space one? Have you seen the birds on the plane? How about in the cage? Of course, the majority of the time I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about, but it was still fun to talk to him until it was time for him to go. Husband was sitting next to me the whole time, watching Little Miss run around (she actually shared! Hooray!) while I chatted with the kid, laughing.

All in all, it was a good day though. Little Miss had her therapy session, in which she is doing wonderful, which is AWESOME. We were actually told that if she keeps the progress up, she may not need therapy anymore. Which is wonderful, compared to where she was not even two months ago.

Also had a job interview, which also went awesome. Then a preliminary job screening, which was pretty fun, although they had some kinda strobe light thing going on in the store and it kept blinding me. Then another job screening, in which Little Miss came with me and sat grumpily in a chair while I talked to the lady at the front desk. It took me all of two minutes, but Little Miss acted like she was never going to make it out of the building alive.

Husband relived his childhood. They're having a monster truck rally something or other in town this weekend, and they had two of the trucks on display: Monster Mutt and Gravedigger (his favorite). He got autographed pictures of the trucks by the drivers and took pictures of Little Miss, a giant hot sauce packet, and myself with the trucks.

 Little Miss and I with Monster Mutt

Little Miss, Taco Bell Hot Sauce, Gravedigger, and myself.

Then we all went to McDonald's, had dinner and got ice cream as a treat. Little Miss and Husband shared a Shamrock Shake. And by shared, I mean that Little Miss eventually just took over.

But while Husband mourned the loss of his shake, I sat content in my own ice cream cone. And I would be damned if my cone went the same way as his shake.

I was also looking into the sun when this picture was taken.

I then promptly passed out at a friend's house before finally coming home.

Unfortunately I came home to the news that my 96 year old grandmother is in the hospital. It's minor, and she's expected to be released soon, but it's worrisome nonetheless. I plan on visiting her tomorrow, since I tried to today and she wasn't home. Obviously, it was because she was in the hospital, but I was not informed until about 10:00 pm.

I hope everyone else had a wonderful day.