If I'd thought about it long enough, I would have known.  Gray, steady showers = PJ Day.  Unfortunately, I didn't think about it.  I did, however, get to try out my new all-natural version of microwave popcorn that I pinned to Pinterest last week.  Hooray!  Of course, the health benefits of all-natural popcorn were most likely nullified by the melted butter and cinnamon and sugar with which I doused it.

The girls and I learned all about D-D-D-David the D and his d-d-d-doggy.  We traced an entire page full of D's and d's, colored a dinosaur, and cut out a capital D and turned him into a dog complete with floppy ears and a collar.  After that, we studied clouds: what they're made of, what their names are, and what the various formations indicate weather-wise.  Then we thoroughly inspected the strato nimbus clouds outside (and got really, really wet).  We read books, played Uno, tickled each other crazily, and sang "Happy Birthday" over the phone to "Aunt" Alicia.  I engaged in multiple battles of will with Liberty which I'm not so sure I won, and I broke up several fights between the girls.

With the exception of the cleaning we all did and the clothing we all wore, it came pretty close to being a PJ Day.  Only, I'm worn out, and PJ Days are supposed to be refreshing.

And besides all that, I'm in desperate need of an amazing cup of hot chocolate.  Seriously chocolatey chocolate.  But there is none in the house.

Now I'm off to cuddle up with Jeremy and hopefully get a fresh perspective for tomorrow.