This just in: Cason does not like thunder. We had our first experience with a baby who had no idea what was happening. Remember when I talked about taking Cason to a baseball game? You don’t? Maybe I didn’t tell you about it. He basically would burst into tears every time something good happened because the noise of the roaring crowd scared him. Luckily, I was able to do something about that. This time, we could not really do anything. Here is how things would go: I would see the flash of lightning, then Delilah would yelp loudly, then the thunder would hit, Delilah would yelp again, and then Cason would finish it off with some crying. This happened ever minute… or so it seemed. Even the white noise machine did not help. My goal this week is to actually get some sleep somehow.

I did need my sleep last night because we have done the house hunting on the internets. We targeted our prey, and today, we are hunting. I think we are good to go on a loan, finally, so we can begin the grown up process. Problem is that Kinsey and I like different houses, which means we will go with what she likes. She does want her own lil office because she needs it for her company, and she wants it to be pink. So I guess we need a 3 bedroom house instead of a two bedroom. I am also thinking that she wants that pink room because she wants to have a girl next time we get pregnant… which I hope is not for a while, or whenever Kinsey decides her oven is open for baking.

Speaking of cooking. I went to McDonalds yesterday. I was actually headed towards a police helicopter that I saw circling around. I figured that I may be able to assist them in some way, but I never really made it there, but I was out to get food, because I burned fish and made Kinsey sick to her stomach again. Ma bad. That is where I saw the most ridiculous argument at the McDonalds. I could hear a woman arguing: all I heard was “blah blah blah, chicken nuggets, blah blah, not enough.” She was heated, so I got closer. These are the times that make me glad I did not go through the drive through due to the crazy amount of cars. When I got closer, I realized that this woman was mad because… drum roll… she got a 10 piece chicken nuggets meal, or something along those lines. Problem: she felt she was shorted one nugget because two of the nuggets were cooked together, making one big nugget. I can’t make this stuff up. She was actually arguing with the lady at the counter about ripping customers off. The worker told her that those were two individual nuggets, that got stuck together, but that she would gladly give her another one. She said “no, I need another 10 to make up for this.” The classic, get more food out the restaurant move. So I walked up and said, “I will buy them for her.” There, problem solved. Right?! Nope. The woman looked at me and said, “Do I look like I need you to buy food for me?” This is when the “oh boy!” alarm goes off in my head. I said “no ma’am, just trying to help.” She then said, “Well, help by staying out of my business.” She then grabbed her conjoined nuggets and walked away, and stormed out the door. She then came right back in and kindly asked for some BBQ packets. haha. Good times!