As soon as I left work Friday, I ran home and set up the man cave for a mini reunion with a few of my old elementary school buddies. There was also a grocery store/ bakery/liquor store run squeezed in there prior to the party. As a side note, did you know they'll carry your purchases to the car for you at the liquor store if you buy enough? Who knew. My school buddies arrived precisely on time, and we spent about five hours yakking and laughing and talking about old times. They stayed so long, one of them got texts from his teenager wanting to know when mom and dad were coming home. I love how our kids always assume we never have a social life that doesn't revolve around their activities. It was a great visit, and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed reconnecting with old friends like that. And we haven't changed at all, except for a couple of gray hairs here or there. And weaker eyes. Good times.
I'm so pooped I didn't even run at lunch. Of course it was 92 degrees outside, so it didn't take much to kill my motivation to exercise, despite the fact that my body is begging to be purged of all the grease and fat and alcohol I had over the weekend. Is it possible to feel puffy and dehydrated at the same time? Of course, the swelling in my feet could be from standing on them so long this morning at the county fair. I stopped by there to drop off a couple of photos for their arts and crafts competitions and was met with the line from hell and back. I was right behind the valedictorian of crafts who literally brought the maximum number of entries for every category they had. The line was as constipated as my Aunt Tilly. I waited and waited while she filled out a card for every stinkin' item and then left her husband in that line with her stuff while she jumped to another line to clog it up with sewing items. Her daughter was in a third line with her seasonal crafts. I slowly watched my lunch hour and break times for the day slip away, and after the third time of taking a deep breath and counting to ten I figured I should just leave and come back. Besides, the mean part of me was on the verge of screaming, "I've seen bible school kids make better candles than you!" An hour and a half later, when I dropped back by there, she had just finished registering all her entries. Let's hope she gets a blue ribbon for SOMETHING. I, on the other hand, want a blue ribbon for waiting on her arse. I suggested to the organizers that they consider a three items or less line or online registration for you see, I am the valedictorian of offering my personal opinion.Lots of water, a good night's sleep, a trip to the grocery store and a few loads of laundry should get me caught up, and then we'll be ready to go again. Hubby said this morning that he thought this coming weekend might be a little slow compared to this last one. I said that was okay. That will give us a little time to catch up. For the Fourth of July party we have planned.