Here is a sign very close to my place of employment. Just a reminder.
This weekend was my relax and recuperate time. Originally, I was thinking about going out for a little minute on Friday night. When I got home from work, Coadster told me she was exhausted and had a headache and decided she didn't want to go to the basketball game after all. Stinky went with a friend, but I told Coadster we could just have a girl night.
What that meant, was that I made a nutritious dinner of nachos and salsa and guacamole. Hey, don't look at me like that. There's cheese, which is protein and dairy, avocado is a fruit, right? And then there's the fried and salted corn, which I believe is its own deliciously wonderful food group. Mmmmm. We watched The Secret Life of Bees and actually left the house for a few minutes to head to Dairy Queen for Mocha Moooo Lattes. So, basically. It was a perfect evening.
I woke up early (for me) the next day to take care of business. The girls and I went to Bruegger's for bagels and then to the post office to purchace Edgar Allen Poe stamps, because we are that fucking committed to promoting literature. Then we headed to Jiffy Lube for car maintenance.
Since Stinky had to go to her baskteball game that she still can't play in because of her broken finger, I decided to have a date with Coadster. She really wanted to see the movie, The Reader. It was pretty good, I have to say. I thought all the acting was amazing.
It was really warm here on Saturday. Though I should have waited, I still tried to run. I was only going to do my three mile route, and I wasn't strong enough to even finish that. I got about 2 and half miles before I had to stop and walk. I was so wiped-out afterward that I even had to take a little nap. I took today off, but I might try again tomorrow.
Sunday has been mellow as well. The play my ex-husband is directing went up this weekend, so the girls went to see it. Then Stinky had religious education classes for her confirmation this evening. They did readings on the saints, and Stinky's reaction was the same as Coadster's had been. Basically, it sucks to be a saint. I knew there was a reason I didn't even try.