My weekend went exactly as planned; scrapbooking, reading, movie viewing and relaxing. The same could not be said of my husband's weekend, however; he and the Man-Cub went hunting yesterday and found themselves stranded in the foothills when Hugh's truck refused to start. Luckily, they were hunting with friends so Hugh sent the Cub home with one of them while he stayed behind until a tow truck could arrive, otherwise, I'm pretty sure my relaxing weekend would have turned into butt-clench misery faster than you can say "broken fuel pump".
As it was, Hugh finally made it home at about 1:00 this morning. He did manage to get a cell signal (by standing on the roof of the truck and holding the phone high over head, Say Anything style) so, I was in the loop and knew not to worry. Hugh certainly wasn't worried; while he waited for the tow truck, he built up a nice fire and cooked a couple of steaks from the deer that his friend had managed to kill that day; it was quite the moonlight picnic, I'm sure. Also, have I ever mentioned that he is an Eagle Scout?
Actually, I think the Man-Cub was the most worried out of any of us; he really didn't like leaving his father alone on that mountain.
Anyway, as I said, the remainder of the weekend was delightfully relaxing and ultimately productive. I caught The Teenager's scrapbook up to 2010 while supervising what turned out to be the loudest giggle-fest slumber party in household history (Note to self: certain teenagers + sugar + scary movies = a late and loud night) and did some socializing of my own at the purse party held at a friend's house.
Today, I'm continuing the relaxation theme with a massage. Granted, I have to work first but, the massage should work out all the kinks and I should be completely blissed out for the rest of the day. Of course, now that I've said that, Murphy will turn my day to shit, somehow.
But, let's hope not.