My phone just rang, but I didn’t recognize the number. A child probably about 3 1/2 or so was on the other line. Crying out “Mommy??? Mommy???”. I said to the child, I’m sorry but I’m not your Mommy.  So the child said ‘Can I talk to Mommy?’ I said that I was sorry but I was home alone and their Mommy wasn’t there.  At that moment someone else came along — an adult — and I explained that they had the wrong number. That was it for that call, but then they called back again.  I said ‘Hi, you’ve still got the wrong number’. That was it…  It made me smile…
But my advice (from the perspective of someone who is NOT a Mommy): If you give your cell number to a babysitter… make sure it’s the correct number! 😛
Today I went out for my usual Sunday Brunch with friends, and afterwards I hung out with one of my friends and we started to plan a road trip to San Francisco. I really want to go, and it’s a dance weekend, which is something I really love, so I’m going to go if I can get the time off. It’s a ‘tug of war’ because it will slow down my plans to pay off debt but I have realized that it’s important that I do what I need to do to enjoy my life and part of that is to dance when I enjoy dancing.
So if my boss says yes, then I’m going to go to San Francisco in September! YAY!!!
After, I met a friend of mine for tea and window shopped and then I made my way home where I napped and relaxed for the evening.  I had more yoghurt and I strained it a little bit, so it became nice and thick! If I’d left it longer and if it were plain it would be yoghurt cheese and spreadable.  Next time…