It’s been a super busy and fun weekend.
Honestly, I have no clue what I did Friday night – I’d like to say it’s because I was partying so hard I have no memory – but alas, the reality is that my memory has never been good and is getting worse. I think we just hung out at home. Yeah, let’s just say we hung out at home!
Saturday I got up and enjoyed a cup of coffee whilst watching the Pioneer Woman and then got Mr. T up so he could shower. Papa came and picked him up and they went to repair the fence. Apparently Cassius (Lee’s boxer) has been jumping the half fence and landing 5′ below in the easement and then visiting the neighbors yard. The neighbors weren’t all that happy to have him visit. Maybe he has bad breath. While they were gone I cranked the tunes and got the house clean! It felt great!
Dad and Mr. T worked until 3:00 pm and dad dropped him back off so he could shower and we went bowling! It was so awesome! There were 9 of us total, and the guy behind the counter was super cool and worked with me and told me which package was most fiscally responsible and he goes “It comes with ‘six’ shoe rentals, if you get my meaning” (Dude, you are going to save me money with a party package and give us all the extra shoe rentals we need at no extra charge – yeah, I hear ya!!)
It was so much fun! I’m a crappy bowler, but I don’t let it stop me! Also, I bowl overhand. I wasn’t aware that this was odd until this event! I tried to bowl “properly” and go underhand a couple of times, but it wasn’t comfortable. Oh, and there was the time I almost fell but didn’t!! I was so proud of myself for not falling – cause hey – it’s me, a klutz,
and a slipper floor – it’s guaranteed I will wipe out at least once. But I didn’t fall!!
Of course – the effort it took not to fall – well, I pulled a muscle in my bum, my derriere, my gluteus maximus. No joke. I pulled a muscle in my butt. Fortunately, it only really bothers me getting in and out of the car, or sitting down. Or anytime my butt is needed in an activity.
It was fun, though, and we all went out to dinner afterwards at a cute little Mexican Restaurant – and they had the jumbo Cowboy football schedules, so score! I got one for my fridge.
(Hey Holly – it has the Redskins on the opposite side! I’d send you a pick, but the Redskins suck!)
(Oh, hey – MMK – the Eagles suck too, just making sure that you knew that!)
Man, I love football!
Anyway… Sunday we got up and headed for church, and as soon as I pulled into the parking lot I remembered – they weren’t having classes today, they were having some type of potluck thingy, and I didn’t have a dish. Sigh. We turned around. (Yes, I’m sure I could have stayed, but I don’t like to partake if I don’t participate.)
So, we drove back home – with a quick detour at Denny’s! The plus side was that Mr. T and I got to enjoy a lovely breakfast together. It rocked!
Then we headed home to change clothes and over to Grammy and Papa’s house. Mr. T and Papa had to finish fixing the fence and mom wanted my help rearranging the furniture in their bedroom. This sounds easy, right?
Wrong. Their furniture is heavy. I’m not talking about challenging to move, I’m talking about the fact that their bed is so heavy that I almost had to go get a jack out of the garage just to lift the bed long enough to get the sliders underneath!! Fortunately, mom and I are stronger than we look. It took a couple of hours and enough sweat to fill the swimming pool, but we got it accomplished!
Quick break for lunch and checked the progress of Papa and Mr. T and they were close… so I went out and helped. Now, I have been welding a hammer since I was little and it was embarrassing. I messed up in four different places… Ugh. Oh well, I was too worn out to do more than just grab another nail! Then we were able to put up some chicken wire and voila! Cassius should not be able to escape!
Please, cross your fingers he doesn’t escape.
Mr. T and I made it home and I saw him sit on the couch and I was like “get your butt off my couch!! Go shower!!” He giggled and goes “Look at my ankles.” “Oh my goodness!! Get off my couch!! You have a dirt line that is five shades darker than your skin – GET OFF MY COUCH!!!”
In an effort to put a good spin on things, during the drive home I told Mr. T “It’s a good kinda sore, it’s a sore than comes from having fun and working hard! Shows we really participated this weekend!”
Yup, that totally happened, I tried to convince myself and T that these sore muscles were a good thing! I think he was too tired to call my bluff!
Oh – he walked through the room so I asked him what we did on Friday night: