Sushi to Die for...

This past weekend we had friends from out of town stay at our home.

Let me introduce you to Hubby's good 'ol College Buddy, his Beautiful Wifey, and their precious little daughter of a Princes Button (she was born under 5 lbs).

Friday night came and we were excited for dinner.  Sushi it was!

 

You know, it's pretty crazy how a simple act like getting in your car becomes a 15 minute fiasco when you bring a baby into the equation.  Picture this... I'm fumbling about my over-sized purse looking for my cell phone making sure I didn't forget it.  Instead I keep pulling out the most random of things that I "need" with me at all times, College Buddy's buckling down the car seat, Beautiful Wifey's carrying Princess Button and her huge purse baby bag while picking up a miniature shoe that refuses to stay on, and Hubby's running out the door as he turns off all the lights.



Dinner was delicious.  The company was great.  We caught up on old times and laughed at all kinds of shenanigans.   Shenanigans I don't dare speak of here ;)



Three hours and a sunset after we left the house, loaded Princess Button in the car, drove to our sushi spot, waited to be seated, balanced adult conversation with baby goo-ing and ahhh-ing, and loaded Princess Button back in the car, we were finally home safe.  So we thought...

I walked up to the house to see the doors wide open.

Me:  Umm, (insert shaky voice here) babe?





Nothing else was said.  The second he saw the doors he went into cop-mode.  With his gun drawn he looked at me as if telling us to stay outside while he "cleared the house".  I took a deep breath as College Buddy and Beautiful Wifey walked up with their little Button.   

Still, nothing was said.  College Buddy turned his back toward the house as he held his baby in a manner that said, "Don't worry Beautiful Wifey, if a shot comes through the walls I'll take the hit".  It was endearing.



Via

After 5-long minutes of silence and suspense the Hubby came back out the front door with a "mission impossible" look on his face.  Our home was safe and so were we.

As it turns out, my dear Hubby thought one of us followed him out the house as we were on our way out.  Um, no... we were busy with car seats and babies and cell phones.   He locked the door but never closed it behind him.  Oopsie! 

For three hours, the doors to our home were wide open for anyone to help themselves to our hard-earned belongings.  This is so out of character for him.  You can expect things like this from me but not him.  He always has his head firmly on his shoulders.  It must've been all the chaos and excitement.  Truth be told, it was kinda nice to see that he's human and that he too has brain farts.   

Having a husband who's in law enforcement sure comes in handy sometimes...  and it sure beats clearing the house with a bat or broomstick!