Final Hours In Az.

October 27th.

Sick day.
Kind of.

Felt pretty rough upon waking up, took some meds that were nighttime so I pretty much woke up and then took a nap within 30 min.
Not a bad lifestyle I must admit.๐Ÿ˜

Al had school.
So once I awoke and felt a bit better, I got ready to go to town with Pro, Bryn and my hubby to pick up Al.
Then conquer last-minute errand running.

Hit up Kohl’s with Mike and Bryn while Pro took Al quickly to WalMart.
Mike wielded the cart with the baby so I could peruse the isles… I don’t have baby driving skills.
Not too much exhilarating happened there.
Coupons are cool and we had two of those so that was fun I guess๐Ÿ˜œ

We went to Sonic for milkshakes as a cure for my sore throat. 

Oreo peanut butter for me and coconut pie for Pro.. Yes those are still milkshakes I’m describing.
Mine was delicious ๐Ÿ˜

Back to the house to rest a bit and attempt packing.
I got everything folded and piled and Mike kindly packed it all away for me while I rested.

Got back into publicly presentable viewing, dropped the kids off at Candace’s and the four of us headed out for a couples supper at El Gato Azul…translated to – The Blue Cat. 

It has normal entrรฉes but also a whole selection of appetizers, so Mike got one real meal and then six appetizers to split between the four of us. 

It was good but after an hour of waiting and then the food not being that hot when we got it, our expectations were not totally met.
Mike and Pro both spoke to the waitress about it.. two entrรฉes were taken off the bill ๐Ÿ˜

From there we headed to Shannon’s to get cheesecake as a finishing touch to the evening..but devastatingly they were closed ๐Ÿ˜”

To TJ Max to return a shirt and in exchange buy a purse ?
Mikes been saying he wants me to have a “classy” purse so it’s his own fault he had to buy me one ๐Ÿ˜

Josh wanted to learn some Dutch on the drive home ๐Ÿ˜
He wanted to know how to say Babe or Chic or something along those lines .. So “Lekkerding” was the word to know ๐Ÿ˜
(Supposedly he already said it to Pro when he called her so it stuck with him ๐Ÿ˜œ)

Back to Strunk house and after an ice pop for the throat it was pretty quickly to bed.

If only being tired and in bed meant being able to sleep..
Not a good night.
Between an extremely sore throat and being hot/cold the night didn’t hold much ‘sleep.’
Mike was trying to be helpful but not much can be done.
He did make me have some honey, which is nice in that forceful ish way ๐Ÿ˜

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans ๐Ÿ˜Š This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life ๐Ÿ˜Š

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