Obviously, I Didn’t Die of Blood Poisoning
I’m still mightily perturbed about impaling myself on someone else’s nasty tooth-picking device, however.
On the other hand (the one that wasn’t impaled by someone else’s nasty tooth-picking device), I had a really nice weekend.
Friday I got a massage. Saturday, Hugh, the kids and I went to dinner at a friend’s house where we enjoyed an evening of fun, pizza, wine and laughter and Sunday; I worked up a sweat cleaning the house in a way that it had not been cleaned in quite some time and in which it was dire need.
All of which doesn’t sound like it would add up to much as far as excitement goes but, I’ll take that kind of weekend, any day, especially considering that my weekends are about to get really busy.
Between The Teenager’s Saturday basketball games and Sunday volleyball tournaments, it looks like my house won’t see another thorough cleaning for at least two months. Possibly more once we throw wrestling into the equation.
With all the running around and cheering I’m going to be doing, it certainly is fortunate that I didn’t die from blood poisoning, now isn’t it?
So, not dead but still bitter; this could become a theme.