Ok, so our weekend was busy, filled with drudgery and chores; I’ve already covered that. Now, I’ll confess that, among the drudgery, was a wee bit of fun. What can I say, all work and no play and all that.
The new Narnia flick was entertaining and I let myself slide on the diet and exercise regime by indulging in a box of Junior Mints (a whole box, what a glutton!) and sitting on my butt for the majority of Memorial Day.
Granted, while I was sitting on my butt, I was also writing payroll checks and doing the other million and one tasks that I normally do at the store on Mondays, but, I was at home, listening to music and taking breaks that consisted of trips to the refrigerator for fresh cherries and blueberries, so I was relaxing while working and as Martha would say; it’s a good thing.
I also had the pleasure of a brief visit from my brother-in-law and nephew who were passing through on their way home from a rodeo. It was good to see them and we enjoyed catching up on all the Mayberry gossip.
After they left, Hugh and I went to Jana’s for the BBQ. The kids were already there following the previous night’s sleep-over and, while we got the brats and hotdogs ready to grill, the kids put on a show for us. It was something they had been working on all day and they were ridiculously excited to present it. The show involved much singing and dancing as well as some off-color jokes by the Man-Cub and was, for the record, quite entertaining.
The rest of the evening was spent eating and visiting. I followed the kids around the property with my camera like a paparazzi, taking pictures of their antics when they weren’t watching and, some when they were. I attempted to get a few pictures of Hugh, you know, to document his wounds, but, he wasn’t really having any of that nonsense, as you can see.
After dinner, we toasted marshmallows for smores (of which I ate waaayy too many, skinny thighs be damned) and star-gazed for an hour or two before calling it a night and heading home.
Both children were asleep pretty much as soon as their heads hit the pillows and, quite honestly, Hugh and I weren’t far behind.
It was a good day.