Life in the Slow Lane

Our "vacation" continue in Bountiful. Nick has been very diligently studying in the upstairs astronaut bedroom. We did go on the adventurous viewing of the new Indiana Jones at the midnight premier. We enjoyed the movie, it was a good adventure. It has some pretty hard to swallow stunts, but the entire premise is so ridiculous, so if you can accept the fundamental premise of the movie, stop thinking and have a good time.
Highlights of the trip so far:
Katie waxed my eyebrows today. While not as perfect as the eyebrow threading I love in St. Louis, it was free. Free is a great thing, especially when you don't have a job.

We spent Sunday May 18 with the Preston/Jacob family, celebrating Mitch's 16th birthday. We helped make Mitch's Snicker doodle cake. We visited the grave site of Deborah's mother, who is buried in Pleasant Grove. Samantha was visiting (but Kyle had to stay in Vegas to work.) We had a really nice time, and Caesar hung out with Sophie and Ivy (those are both dogs too.)

Most embarrassing moment so far: Ever go out into public, let's say, unshowered having worked in the garden? Now, add to that formula an impromptu stop at a rarely visited store which resulted in my basket being filled with potentially embarrassing products. What do you think would happen?
Now when I say embarrassing products, I mean REALLY embarrassing stuff from multiple categories of embarrassing potential. This cart full of products only makes sense with my background of hoarding over-the-counter medications and remedies. When we moved to St. Louis I reviewed my medicine cabinet. I was alarmed I only had one dose of anti-diarrhea medication. So I bought a package from Costco that had 240 doses. That means for the last 2 years, I've had 241 doses because it still hasn't been needed (which is a good thing of course.) I also have just about every legal over-the-counter drug, vitamins, heating pads, remedies- if it's legal, I have it.
So of course when I'm at the very strange NPS store and there are great prices on embarrassing products, I think it's time to stock up on things that are for problems I don't even have. So of course, looking like a hobo with cart full of shame, I'm destined to run into someone I haven't seen in four years and end up talking with them long enough that they have ample time to examine every item in my cart, even though my eyes intentionally never deviated toward the cart. I played it cool man.
I think the only way the contents of the cart could have become more shameful is if I somehow were to add Rogaine, Viagra, and adult diapers- wait- I had the adult diapers.