What she Wore: Baggy jeans, teal t-shirt, teal flip flops. I swear I’ll put on someting nice one of these days.
The compliments on my last couple of entries have been really amazing—thanks, you guys!
I realized that I’ve been blogging since November and somehow I’ve never mentioned that I can be a little spastic sometimes—OK, most of the time. In fact, I really can’t go a week without some kind of mis-adventure.
The past forty-eight hours have been no exception.
I’ll start with Sunday—after I found out the Hub would be delayed a day, I tagged along with the K’s to an outdoor concert and fireworks display down by the river. I went with their daughter to throw something away and on the way back to our blanket she exclaims, “let’s run!” I’m always game for a little fun, so I take off running behind her. Somehow, I manage to run into a tree—not dead on, but rather, one of the branches slapped me in the face and then went into my ear! How does this happen? I’m really not sure.
Later, I decide to visit one of the pristine port-o-lets provided by the city for my use. I walk up to the line of port-o-potties and spy one with a green symbol showing. This should mean that the vessel is open for occupancy. Apparently, the drunk guy who chose to use this one didn’t know that. That’s why I opened the door and exposed a peeing man to the festival at large.
All in a day’s work.
And finally, the homecoming I have been waiting for finally arrived. I’m sitting at home and my husband is finally there with me—should be a dream, right? Well, the Hub says something funny and I flop over sideways with giggles. At that exact moment my half-crazed dog decides to jump up on the couch colliding with my face. My giggles turned to sobs and the Hub looks up and there’s blood gushing from my mouth. I still look kind of like someone punched me in the face. Not exactly the welcome I was planning.
Well, there ya go, the Hub is back and life goes on.