Dixon Details

I surrender.

Tonight I battled Denver.

And lost.

My sweet family spent all morning cleaning our wretched house.

The week of Enrichment=all rules flushed down the potty.
Seriously. It was bad.
So my thoughts immediately turned to:
"Something fun to do tonight".

Enter Denver Parade of Lights.
Perfect.

Why on earth would we ride the light rail?
There'll be PLENTY of parking.

Mistake #1.
T-R-A-F-F-I-C + Downtown + An anxious four year old.

Not good.

By 6:30
(yes, the parade began at 6:00)
we admitted defeat and moved to plan B.
My heart is still recovering from the saddest cry I've ever heard.

"Surely the night isn't a total loss."

Mistake #2.
We headed to the infamous "Broomfield Blue House".

Hardly the parade of lights . . .but will do.
Even with half the lights on . . .

"A nice cup of hot chocolate will for sure raise our spirits."
Mistake #3.

Off to Village Inn for a hot cup of joe

er . . .kind of . . .

and a slice of French Silk.

What? You're out of French Silk?

Sigh.

I guess I'm not surprised.
Ends up the chocolate was much too hot and Gav's got a blistered lip.
Double sigh.

"We're right by Grandma's house!"

Mistake # . . .I've lost count.

Grandma's in Utah.

Score.

And now . . .we're home.

Goodnight.

Tonight's quotable quote:
"I'm just having, like, the worst night ever."

Yes, Gavin, I do concur.