I’m savoring a rare moment of quiet in our packed house. This weekend, we’ve got a Full House.
Sadly, we won’t have Jesse and the Rippers here to provide musical entertainment.
But we do have my mom, my de facto-stepfather, his son and his girlfriend and the DFSF’s nephew. It’s a lot of people but it’s a short stay and everyone is fun and really easy-going. No houseguest stress!
My only concern is for tonight/tomorrow morning. I’ll be up way too early for my very first 10K tomorrow (gulp). I’ve never even run more than 4 miles at a time, so this should be interesting. But I’m running it with my friend who I ran the Disney 5K with and my super-stud friend Katy is doing the distance dare — the 10K plus a 2-mile “fun run” (their words, not mine. Fun and run will never be used in the same sentence by me). We’ll see Katy at the finish so it’ll be a reason for me to get myself there!
Tonight’s sleeping arrangements are still being ironed out but we have all of the above people and the following places to sleep — our king size bed, the guest room’s queen size bed, E’s double bed, an air mattress and a couch. There are plenty of spaces to crash, we just haven’t figured out yet who will be where. I think E will probably end up in bed with us, freeing her bed up for someone. I just hope she doesn’t cough all night/kick me in the head and stays asleep when my alarm goes off at 5:30. Double gulp.
With all those people in town, you’ll be shocked to know that I’m completely alone right now and it’s HEAVEN. The girlfriend doesn’t arrive until tonight; all the boys are golfing; and E and my mom are on the coast, visiting my grandparents.
I spent a luxurious afternoon of doing errands alone — dry cleaners, Verizon store for a new Droid case, Target, grocery store. Ahhh, no battles in the $1 aisle. It was awesome. And when I forgot my coupons out in the car? Well, I just ran back out for them. As I tried on new running tops, I didn’t have to chase E. around the fitting room and keep her from looking under all the other stalls’ doors. I forgot what shopping alone is like!
And now, even though I should be unloading the dishwasher, tagging items for next month’s consignment sale or doing laundry, I’m sitting on my butt, tearing through the shows on my DVR, starting with this:
Why would they kill Jake? Whyyyyyyy? I was chatting with a few others on Twitter this week and we all agree that this is a poor man’s BJ/Maxie storyline. Haven’t we all seen this before? And for a show that drags single events like Brenda and Sonny’s wedding into 10-day events, how could they kill Jake off in less than two episodes? Oh well, serves me right for still watching this show after 20-some years (man, I’m getting old).
If only I didn’t have that damn race tomorrow morning (what was I thinking again?), I’d be sitting here sipping wine, eating bon bons and watching my stories. Oh well, I consider this sitting race prep. Right?