It was the weekend...

But now it's over. And since I didn't make a post, I'd better do that now. Not much to post about, yesterday was my birthday, which was so exciting. We did some shopping, as we do most every weekend. But this weekend Old Navy was offering $12 jeans, so we just could not miss it. And that, on top of the fact that most people had been bottled up in their homes the past few days due to the storm, made a wonderful shopping experience. After we had our fill of Old Navy, we went to a birthday party for my boss's daughter, and surprisingly enough, they not only bought a cake with my name on it, the whole room of people I'd just met sang happy birthday to me! So it was a good time, and Paul turned into Paulnon the Barbarian when he got the pinata stick. He was all about slaughtering the candy-stuffed paper donkey with his frilly rainbow colored sword. He didn't want the candy, he just wanted to slaughter something. Unfortunately, we didn't have our camera, or you'd get to see the maniacal facial expressions he made while bludgeoning the helpless animal.

Today was a little less exciting though, we just went downtown and walked across the bridge to the landing (aka the over-rated downtown mall, for those of you who have yet to visit Jacksonville) and took some pictures. Yes, the picture above is the bridge we walked over. It was interesting to see some of the flooding that occurred due to the storm. One walkway we frequently travel was entirely under water, probably five feet deep.

And then Paul found this yellow pole, which amused him for quite some time. I had to take this picture because just before this, Becky decided to stand in a pile of red ants. She then she opted to run around the parking lot in an arm-flailing frenzy, screaming, "My legs are on fire!"

And that was the excitement of the day. So in recap: my birthday was successful and I am now a year older, which makes me roughly half the age of the average reader of this blog (aka, all you old people), Paul enjoys simple things like yellow poles, garbage cans, and the occasional wooden fence to look through, and Becky learned that it's not a good idea to stand on the home of a million biting ants while taking photographs.