When Ben got home at 3:30, I was in the basement getting 2 mini-Sprites that I said the boys could split 3 ways and beer for myself because I reached that point in the day when I really needed a beer to maintain a good mood and I figured if it was summer, I would be drinking one at the pool, so screw it. Than I heard Jack say hi to Ben, and I was embarrassed about the illicit beverages for all, but I brought him a beer, too. Being greeted by 4 happy kids making turkey hats and wife with a cold beer and a smile is not a bad way to come home from work. At 3:30-- a minor detail, really.
As soon as we took the dog to the boarder this morning (in our jammies because I realized that I just did not want to also deal with the dog today, and we'll paying for the whole day anyway...), we came home to make sugar cookies. Harry had an awesome time lightly flouring his surface.
We spent our afternoon making turkey hats. I totally love them.