Are you serious?

I've hit a new low. Last night I was putting curlers in the girls hair (it's their new favorite) and I was almost done when I couldn't find my comb. I looked and looked and finally asked Adam, "Have you seen my comb?" He looked at me and said, "you mean the one IN YOUR MOUTH??"

I kid you not, I had the comb in my mouth. It was IN MY MOUTH! My teeth were clenched when I asked, "Have you seen my comb?" I'm definitely losing it. Senile at 32. Adam and I laughed about it for at least 15 minutes. How is it even possible to do that?

On Thursday the kids were out of school so they got to go stay at Aunt Kim's overnight while Adam and I went to Park City for an awards dinner for his company. Every year his company has an awards dinner for the top producers in the company and every year Adam gets a little plaque and a figurative high five and that's it, see you next year. We hear about how other companies send their top producers on trips and give out really strange things like bonuses at Christmas time. Anyway, it looks like his company might have finally gotten the memo, or at least hired someone who had a clue. This year they put us up in the Park City Marriott and had a big dinner at an expensive steakhouse, and gave all of the top producers a travel voucher to go along with their plaque. (Which we already used, of course. After so many years of getting nothing we were at Disneyland within a week of getting the voucher in the mail) I must admit I felt kind of like a country bumpkin staying at such a nice hotel and eating at such an expensive restaurant. I about had a heart attack when person after person at our table turned down a box to take their extra food home. Their plates were FULL of steak and lots of other good food. Who does that? My idea of going all out is Cafe Rio so throwing away a $35.00 steak is completely foreign to me.

The kids had fun with Aunt Kim and Grandma and Grandpa P and we were able to go to dinner on Friday night with some good friends from our old neighborhood. It was a fun weekend indeed.

The following conversation took place during our dinner tonight:

Korinne, "Can I have another roll?"
Mom, "Sorry, they are all gone."
Korinne, "But I need one!"
Jenna, "Korinne you don't need a roll, you just want a roll. All you really need is food, water, and air!" (If you want to get technical a roll is food, but not the point that Jenna was making)
Dad, "Wow Jenna, where did you learn that?"
Jenna, "Britton"
Slam! Parents get zero credit for teaching the difference between needs and wants. . .better luck next time, I guess. It's a good thing Britton's got our backs.