Did everyone have a nice weekend?
Mine was great, especially yesterday. The weather was nice and I went for a four mile walk, followed by a whole lot of nothing. Fab.
I must be one of 17 people in the U.S. who did not give a rat's hairy diseased ass about that mega sporting event last night. In fact, I can say with complete honesty that I have no idea who played, much less who won, and I am veryveryvery happy in my ignorance.
(No need for anyone to enlighten me here. I'm truly at peace.)
Pete came upstairs from the Jenworld movie theater, where he was watching the game. I asked, "So how's it going?" Followed very quickly by, "Not that I actually care about the game or even know who's playing. I just want to know that you're happy with whatever it is that's going on."
Luckily, he understood what I meant. He's certainly had enough practice trying to figure me out. But, more about that tomorrow.
Our town is having a little father/daughter dance this coming weekend. When the girls brought the information home, I scoffed, knowing how much Pete hates to dance. It turns out that he wants to take the girls to the dance, but they don't want to go. Go figure.
Two months from today, we'll be on an airplane heading to London!
Yes, I probably will drive you all crazy with my continuous countdown. Just imagine how bad it's going to be when I have eleventy squillion vacation photos to share.
Happy Monday everyone!