Overheard At the Airport: (A man walking his toddler around to tire her out before a flight) Parent: You want me to save this food for you? No? Okay. Yes? Oh, okay. So you do. I get it. Parenting is easy if I just do what you say.

Tire change-over season began in earnest with a loved one opting to just store her tires in the car itself instead of using sandbags for traction. TBD on how this works out.

Accidentally confused Brian. I reached for his beer and he thought I was reaching to hold his hand. He was less disappointed than you would think.

Struggled to figure out what to do for this year’s Christmas card photo. Decided to go with Brian’s idea. It involved a date at the mall, using their various photo booths, and other wise being awkward individuals. So basically like any other photo shoot.

Celebrated a mega fantasy football win against our league’s commissioner aka my mortal enemy. With a less than 5% chance of winning, my final player made ACTUAL history and scored the necessary points needed for victory. Take that, bro!

Requested that The Scientist bring home several pairs of disposable gloves for clean up duty post weekend fundraiser. Two BOXES in different sizes were brought instead with him noting the lab’s stellar bulk discount.

Was questioned at a doctor appt check-in (during their COVID protocols section) as to if I’ve been anywhere out of state in the last month. Blanked. Then happily remembered that yes, in fact, I had. Finally. Success.

Overheard with The Eilers: (After admittedly already backseat driving.) Me: Are your lights on? Brian: MY CAR. Me: <grimaces> Brian: I mean thank you.

Experienced mask panic for the first time in a good, long while thanks to me forgetting that medical offices require them. Back up car mask in glove compartment for the win!

Received a private tour of a raptor rescue and rehabilitation center. Got to meet Ninety-Nine their Bald Eagle resident up close and personal. Thought he was magnificent even when he made a truly terrible screeching noise.

Basked in the glow of the most glorious and long-lasting fall in my Montana history. Copious oohs and ahs were distributed appropriately and many walks were taken to admire.

Enjoyed a trip down nostalgia lane by having McDonald’s happy meals. We just wanted the Halloween “Boo” buckets to be honest.