When the Cats are Away the Mice Will Play

After finishing my eight hour shift at the B&B last Friday, I decided to walk home rather then call for a ride like I usually do. In the past week I've become fond of walking home from work. It's not the shortest distance, and takes me atleast thirty minutes but it does give me plenty of time to contemplate. Haha
The weather in Moab this time of year is seriously gorgeous. Not too hot. Not too cold. Just the perfect temperature for walking.
While I was walking I was thinking how nice it was to be outside. I decided I felt bad for all the people who get so consumed inside their homes, work places, or cars to enjoy the simple things in life like walking. We get too distracted with electronics, the busyness of life...etc to even notice a good day when we have one. I know I am guilty of this! Usually I am at work, get a ride home, and stay inside for the rest of the day. I don't even care about going outside, but every time I do I think, "Man, I love the outdoors so much!! Where has it been all my life??" Haha but really...

As I approached a house about a block away from my home, I saw just about the cutest thing in my entire life.
A little boy not much taller then my knees wearing tiny little glasses, was pushing a toy lawnmower across the grass while his dad mowed the lawn with a real one.
And to think, I would have missed that scene had I driven.
Seeing the pros all ready!

Later that day Neal, and I decided we should take Grandma and Dallin to the Thai restaurant here in town.
Parents gone. No one to make us food. Thai restaurant it is!
We love our Thai food!

Grandma and Neal

Dallin and I

Grandma and Neal again!

The food was sooo good! Only...half way through our meal we started feeling a little suspicious they had put something into our food because we began to feel super sleepy. This being a somewhat common result when eating out we didn't think too much of it. UNTIL, someone brought up trip advisor...I have no idea how the events following evolved, but what at first was sleepiness soon turned into overly hyper, and all I can remember was a conversation about eating curtains and sleeping on tables, while laughing uncontrollably, and Dallin spitting his food on everyone. Which some how all related to trip advisor. And while I have never considered trip advisor to be a comical website, by our fits of laughter you would have thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Which is why by the end of the night we were all fully convinced our food had been spiked rather then a lack of manners on our part because OF COURSE we wouldn't act like wild children in public......the idea!