This weekend was kinda all over the map, really. I wouldn’t say it was busy per se, but it definitely wasn’t boring.
I got some much needed housework done around the ole casita, including mowing the jungle, doing some laundry, and emptying out food from last summer. It’s interesting to see how little 90% of my house is used, most of the time. After wondering around I realized I could probably live in half the space, and have half to clean! To think Ainsley thinks we need a bigger house. Ains also thinks we need a dog, and I need to get married. Ha! Think away my dear.
I digress.
From my house chores, it was off to help some friends hang a ceiling fan in their place. It’s funny how productive and accomplished home repairs can make you feel. “Luckily” my kitchen light just went out, so I’ll get to experience the feeling of accomplishment again soon.
Ains had her first Softball game on Saturday. I’d have a smashing write up, but she’s so busy, I’ve left repeated messages for her, and can’t seem to get in touch with her. Guess when you’re 7 going on 17, dad is already uncool.
With the work over, it was off to celebrate the 1st birthday of a Fab Five Baby – Brooklyn! Such a cutie, like all the Fab Five kids, her mom and dad threw an awesome first birthday. If you want to gain an easy 5, hang out at a party Heather cooks at and you can do so with no problem! Sitting on their deck, tossing back a few beers, it was nice to have the treasured “Fab Five” time we’ve missed because of work and life recently. On the drive home, I reminded myself how we’re really the Fab Family. After the party, it was off to care for the rents dogs, who were out of town… the rents, not the dogs. Saturday wrapped with a little hangout with Juliana catching up and chatting away.
Sunday was a mix of unproductive and unproductive with a splash of Emmy. I’m on the sofa, rambling away, and reflecting on how I’ve always had a crush on Neal Patrick Harris – ever since I wrote him a long long letter back in his Doogie Howser days… just to get a glossy 5×7 back. I didn’t complain too much.
Tomororw starts a busy week, so bed is calling soon – if the Emmys end on time.
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