I love my friends!

Where would we be without friends? There is a special friend that I go on "girly" dates with, and tonight happened to be our night to go. It doesn't matter how busy life gets, we schedule at least one night a month to see a movie and go to Starbucks (don't tell the other shops). Tonight was "Norbit," we really wanted to see Blades of Glory (with Will Ferrell), but found out it doesn't come out until March 30. Boo-hoo. On a scale of one to ten, I'd give Norbit a five. Some funny parts, but maybe it was Eddie Murphy overkill, or bad writing. It is just lovely to sit and talk, play a game, catch up. God is so good to give us friends.
So tomorrow is supposed to be killer (in a good way) weather, and I'm planning on taking the kids to the zoo. A nice "field trip." Getting ready for our Omaha trip--less than 2 weeks away. I love travelling. All things leading up to travelling, bad. Getting there, good. Not growing up in a large family, I have learned (still learning) how to pack. Did my mom always do this for me? Is it my only/oldest child freaky-ness that, 10 minutes down the road I start in with: "Did you remember their shoes, and did I remember underwear?" This will go on for about 5 minutes, until hubby says, "if we don't have it, we'll buy it." And sometimes still, an hour down the road, "did you remember the camera?" Sheesh, what's wrong with me?