We had a very, very busy weekend at Casa Annabelle.
Clearly.
Medication withdrawal (me) and never-ending shingles pain (T) meant that the weekend was full of naps and reading (me) and television (T) and more naps and I think maybe another nap or two. I love weekends.
Speaking of naps, in a little over 48 hours T and I are flying to Minnesota for a weekend of relaxing at The Lake, along with many ACTIVITIES that my mom so loves to plan. Just this morning she emailed out a fill-in-form/schedule for food requests, and I expect a phone call sometime tomorrow asking about what games I want to play when, and how many puzzles I want to do, and what trees we are going to fell, and how many times we will be going out on the boat, and how she can't wait to show me how good she has gotten at fly-fishing, and what color they are painting the spare room, and what type of crackers we are going to have on hand, and how many bottles of water we need for the car ride and and and and and...I'm already needing another nap just thinking about it. (Note: I love my mom, even if I sometimes want to spike her water with Xanax.) (Additional note: Pack extra Xanax.)
(By the way, I feel safe announcing to the Internet at large that we are going out of town because the friend who is caring for our apartment and our cats has a second degree black belt and could kill with her bare hands. She can also ride a unicycle, though I'm pretty sure that is less of a deterrent to would-be-robbers. Point being, if you want to rob us, you should probably wait until T and I are back in town. Just saying.)
If we're lucky, I might even return with pictures or something. Pictorial proof that I can, in fact, bait my own hook when fishing, I can shoot a BB gun at soda cans, and I only panic a little when someone makes me ride the four-wheeler. Or maybe I'll just read for a while and then take another nap.
