Yesterday was Boo's last day of school. Which always comes as a surprise to me for some reason. As if I didn't know, nine months ago, that it was coming. "What, it ends? In May? The hell you say."
We're trying something new this summer. She doesn't really like daycare (and she's one of the oldest ones there, apparently? Even though she's not even 10 yet? How is that possible?) so she's only going three days a week. I'm getting every Friday off. This was going to be perfect. We'd sleep late, spend the afternoon in the pool, etc. And if a good field trip ever happened to land on a Friday (which they almost never do), we'd go. But the universe got a hold of my plans and said "Ha!" Because we got her daycare calendar, and this summer, every single freaking field trip is on Friday. And, as J pointed out, it would be silly for him to take off work to go on these field trips since I'm already off. So, the zoo? The amusement park? Everything, in other words, that is hot and takes place outside? Mine. Yay.
In honor of yet another wildly successfuly school year, we offered Boo her choice of celebration last night. She chose takeout and a movie rental. Which leads us to... Paul Blart, Mall Cop.
You know how sometimes you see a movie trailer and you later realize that every single funny part in the movie was in the trailer? This movie goes beyond that. I remember giggling all the way through the trailer. And yet the number of times movie made me laugh out loud, I could count on one hand. It's like they had funny things in the trailer that didn't actually appear in the movie. The best thing about that movie was that it had the trailer for Star Trek (which, I must say, was a damn fine movie).
So, the bottom line. Lazy Fridays - denied! Paul Blart - sucks! Star Trek - yay!