"We have a bullet in the ceiling at home."

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Got quite the look from the Target check-out lady when Connor told her that "we have a bullet in our ceiling at home".....that would be a nerf suction cup dart....stuck ON the ceiling at home. Not sure if she believed me or not. I can just imagine the conversation around her dinner table tonight...

In addition to this fun, I got to meet Brian's boss today. He stopped by the house at around 2:15 this afternoon. I guess I should be thankful that I was dressed, had a bra on, & brushed teeth. Other than that, it was pretty rough. Here is how it went down...

I have a lot of work to do today after not doing ANY this weekend. To clarify, I did absolutely NOTHING yesterday of any kind because I could barely function due to an awesome cold that has shaken me to my core. Connor was being very patient and I was trying to get a few proofs out to clients before we ran some errands this afternoon. Connor decided he needed to rub something on my head. No real harm done, but I told him he needed to go get a brush and "fix" it. He told me it would require water. (The first time I let him "do" my hair with water was when my Granny was visiting and I ended up with liquid soap in my hair, so keep in mind this could have been worse.) His hair almost always requires water, so I guess this is my payback. I put up a fight at first and told him only a brush, but eventually gave in. I also told him he needed to bring a full-sized towel from his bathroom to put around my shoulders so we didn't get the chair...or me....soaking wet. This was a good plan, right. Keep him occupied while I get these proofs out.

He worked on it and used 1/2 bottle of water on just the top of my hair and then would proceed to brush it. I have no make-up on. I'm sitting on the floor in a maternity jean skirt and red t-shirt.

Knock on door.

Probably a solicitor...we've been bombarded recently.

It is Alek Rivard (neighbor) asking me to open the garage door so he can get the lawnmower out to cut our grass (since B is still in California). I opened the garage.

Standing behind him is a very nice looking man in a tie...could be a solicitor...but he parked in the driveway.

"Hi, I'm Jeff Irish."

Crap.

Of course I asked him to excuse my appearance and explained that Connor had been working on my hair. :) I introduced him to Connor. He shook his hand and then Connor said, "How about a high five?" That was cute. Connor also mentioned something about his birthday wreath and talked about his birthday for a few seconds before disappearing inside with his Transformer Prime Optimus Prime. He had to transform him to show Jeff. Meanwhile, we had a nice conversation and he thanked me for my support, especially being pregnant and with Brian being gone for so long. He gave me a head's up about a few things about the job and we just had a nice overall chat near our front porch. It honestly didn't even occur to me to invite him inside. The house is not trashed, but then again it was also not "meet the boss" clean either....toys in the living room, blinds down, random paint can on the entry table...

 Then Connor appeared again. This time with his new Nerf, suction cup dart gun. I did not "coach" him, but was just praying that he didn't 1) shoot Jeff or 2) shoot the darts off into the yard somewhere while Alek was now mowing the grass.... Instead he aimed straight up and shot at the wooden ceiling of our front porch. After 2 attempts and the suction cup stuck. After about 20 seconds, it dropped. New game. This lasted about 5 minutes. Jeff handed me a yellow envelope and told me "Thank You" and then said the contents of the card are "not for Brian". I told him it was very nice to meet him and that next time I will hopefully not look or or sound like I did today...

It was a $100 Visa gift card. Nice.

Anyway, Connor took one final shot as Jeff was leaving. This time it stuck...and didn't come down.

I came inside, put the navy blue towel down, and glanced into the mirror. Rough, but not as bad as it could have been....I had "messed with" my hair a bit during our conversation so it at least wasn't matted to my head in whatever fashion Connor left it in. I finished my proof, put a little makeup on and got ready to run errands. I wrote Brian and gave him a brief synopsis of this post. Connor began explaining that he was going to get the green ladder so he could get the dart down. "It isn't safe for you and the baby." You are right kid, but that doesn't mean that climbing a 6 foot ladder is safe for a 4 year old.

Anyway, we were off to Target. I guess his dart was still fresh on the brain which is how his random comment to the check out girl came about....