Back from Roswell

We went down to Roswell last week while Justin was visiting. I'm so jealous of Roswell. If those two farmers sixty years ago had just thought to go north to get to a phone instead of east to report that they saw an alien spaceship, Clovis could totally have a Target now. Oh well. At least I finally found a tablecloth for my dining room table. Unfortunately, I found it after I spent $35 on the fabric to just make one since I looked everywhere and couldn't find one, but I figure having two won't hurt.
Elanna liked the aliens a lot more this time than when we took her last time. She pointed at all the alien model sin the museum and said "click, click, click". I taught her that was what her stuffed alien said around the time I was teaching her animal sounds. I figure it's never too early to start learning another language.
My goal for Christmas is to avoid making the drive to Lubbock or Amarillo. When I looked at the calendar, I just didn't see where I could fit in another trip tot hose cities, and I know the malls are going to be ridiculously crowded. This is the only area of the country where no one has really been affected by the recession, but we're too small to have on-site retail buyers who can figure that out. When we dropped Justin off at the airport I noticed that the store shelves at the mall were already looking empty.