It’s 9 o’clock Monday night — should be making a lunch for tomorrow, but screw it. I’ll do it in the morning. I’m just not ready to accept that it’s time to go back to work tomorrow.
We had a great FD weekend. Went and watched our grandson, Timothy, play hockey yesterday. He scored a hat-trick! He’s six years old. It was just too much fun.
On Saturday night I gave my love a red rare steak with scallops and mushroom risotto. A Valentine’s Day meal, because the day before (actual Valentine’s Day) we had a crappy lunch at Ricky’s All Day Grill in St. Albert. And, he kind of deserved it for the beautiful roses and the pink toolbox he got me! I’ve always wanted my own toolbox — now I can go around fixin’ things to my hearts content. Like that’ll happen!
On Sunday we took our three grandkids swimming at Servus Place. Always fun until some little stinker vomits in the kiddie pool. Eeew! We swam and splashed and soaked and steamed until I deemed it was time to get out and have a snack. So, that we did and then the kids went to play in the jungle gym area for a bit. A fun afternoon. Home again, I got to fixin’ fajitas for supper. Mmmm, love fajitas. Made me wish Tim and I were back in Puerto Vallarta. Landon and Jenn arrived, and we had a nice family visit. By the time they left around eight o’clock I was done. Managed to stay up for another hour or so and then it was lights out.
Today, I just sort of putzed about the place. Read a few more chapters of book five of Game of Thrones (I don’t want it to end — I’m trying to pace myself, but so bloody much is happening I can’t stop myself from reading on). I cleaned off my dresser (unbelievable the amount of dust under all the crap I dump on there!) Thinned out some of my hair care products (when did I become so obsessed with my hair?) and corralled the dozens of different tubes and jars of hand creams and oils I’ve collected to try to prevent my hands from getting any drier. That’s a pointless battle. The dresser looks great, though!
And now, it’s time to get ready for bed. I’ll check in on the Olympics one more time — so proud of our athletes!
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