Social Distancing, Day 32

This morning I woke up with a sore throat that I wasn't excited about, so I canceled the shop that was due by 1 p.m. and went to Fred Meyer to do the two orders that were due an hour apart.

It sucked. I was late delivering BOTH orders. But then, I checked my Shi** stats, and Shi** is counting both orders as on time. And it's their world, so I'm not going to argue. (Update: I remembered later that we shoppers have "late forgiveness" right now, because of the pandemic. So I can be late all seven days of the week and no one will be the wiser, except of course the customers.)

To assuage my grief, I got Starbucks on the way home, parked by our curb, and ate. Hubby pulled up behind me in his state car, having just completed a "drive-by" check of a client's address, and told me I was under arrest for "being sexy". Well. Again. I'm not gonna argue. 

Now I'm decompressing with some Sims and family time, including capturing this attempt at home orthodontics:

A few days ago, R's wires came out of her back molar brackets, top and bottom, and were poking her. Ouch! After a phone call to the orthodontist, we now have the right to mess with her braces at will. "It's fun," Hubby adds. 

He and the girls went to get teriyaki for lunch and to bring Dead Sherlock home. (That's his new name now.) He's parked by the curb now, awaiting his fate. 

Meanwhile, this girl celebrated her first half-birthday with a smash cake in the backyard:

I rested until around 2:10, then jumped up at the opportunity to make an extra fifteen bucks by doing a last-minute order. It was prepaid at Target and only five items, so I couldn't not. 

Now we're all hanging out eating candy in our room: