Mamma mia, here I go again!

A few weeks ago we bought a new sheet set at Bed Bath & Beyond. Jeremiah & I didn't agree on what to buy - I wanted to go with the same set we were replacing - Wamsutta Luxury Sateen 400 thread count. Jeremiah wanted Hotel Sateen 600 thread count because it seemed softer (I didn't think so) in the store. Which is just annoying anyway that there are all these thousand-thread count sheets & stuff out there anyway. Before we bought our first luxury sheets I did a lot of research (who researches sheets you ask?). Several articles said that there aren't really any thread counts higher than 4- or 500, but for marketing, manufacturers will count the threads in creative ways to say the count is higher than what it really is. So now that you have a mini education on thread count, I'll tell you that I let Jeremiah choose the sheets & we came home with the 600 tc. And 2 weeks later he heard "I told you so" when we decided they reminded us of sandpaper. We were in Vegas again on Saturday so I took the sheets back to Bed Bath & Beyond and exchanged them for the ones I thought we should have got in the first place.

Jeremiah endured 2 1/2 hours of Mamma Mia! for me on Saturday night at the Mandalay Bay Theatre (what a guy). I had a hard time enjoying the show at first because I was worried about what he must be thinking & feeling bad for him, but once I got over it I mostly enjoyed it. I wouldn't say that I'd recommend it though unless you're huge into Broadway because shows like that are expensive so even at half price I wasn't totally thrilled we'd spent the money. If you're unfamiliar with Mamma Mia! one of the main draws is that it features tons of ABBA music. Since we're not from the ABBA generation we weren't familiar with a lot of the songs, but we did end up singing Dancing Queen for about the next 36 hours! At the end of the show the cast came back out & performed 3 songs. I haven't been to a concert before, and haven't ever wanted to go because the idea of everyone standing around dancing & singing along sounds kind of silly to me and this little post-concert only confirmed my suspicions! A couple rows away I noticed an old man who looked like Mr. Rogers just standing stiff with his hands in his pockets. But two guys over from him was this probably 50-something year old man very enthusiastically swaying back & forth and clapping his hands. It was entertaining.

When I was wiping off Callie's ketchup-coated mouth after lunch she said, "I'm gonna get a lil' bit firse-rated (frustrated)!" She'd said it about something the other day too. Where does she come up with this stuff?!