It's only the 12th, but already, I am not sure that my life is interesting enough for NaBloPoMo. I mean, if I show you all the stuff we did yesterday, what am I going to talk about tomorrow? My plans today include making chili and cleaning the house. SO EXCITING.
Anywho, Ben had a speech tournament yesterday, so he was gone ALL FREAKING DAY. The kids and I drove to a far flung farm town for a hockey game. (And I should add that my sense of direction is so bad that Ben had to take me to that arena on Friday afternoon for a practice run so I could understand the Google map directions. In my defense, Google Maps explains roundabouts in a really strange way. Also! I tried to explain to Ben that if he gets lost he can at least figure out generally which direction he should drive to get closer to home. I completely lack that skill-- I have no way of understanding where I am in relationship where I have been or need to be. It's hard to overcome.)
We ate the very last frozen pizza we have been saving from our favorite local grocery store that went out of business. It's no white rhino, but it's still sad.