burn baby burn

Thank you all for the very kind comments and emails on that last post. Y’all are too sweet, really. I’m feeling a little better this week, so I guess the exercise (and slightly improved eating habits) must be helping.

This past weekend was pretty fun. Saturday night, we had a girls’ night and went dancing. The group was me, Kris, Janet, Linda, and a girl that works in Dave’s office that I don’t know very well. We had a good time – I was designated driver since heaven only knows what’s going on with my ovaries and I’d prefer to be cautious in the meantime. Kris and Linda seem to have really bonded, which is awesome since they’re both single, and since Janet and I (the old married ladies) aren’t always up for nights on the town like they are.

Actually, come to think of it, I thought they bonded, but it could’ve just been that they were both very, very drunk. There were tequila shots involved. It was sort of scary.

But we all had a good time, and hey, dancing is exercise, so bonus! I finally got in bed somewhere around 5 a.m. You know you’re getting old when that kind of thing totally kicks your butt the next day, even though you didn’t have a drop of alcohol the night before.

Sunday, Dave and I got in touch with our inner 14 year-old boys by burning a whole bunch of yard waste that had been lying around for ages. (It was very Beavis: “Fire! Fire! Heh heh heh!”) There was the wood that used to be our old deck; the one that was torn down when Dave’s brother Steve built our new, pretty one. There were also some dead shrubs that we dug up and never replanted, and um, our Christmas tree, which has been in the driveway since sometime in early January. Because apparently besides just being lazy, we also try to make our yard look as white trash as humanly possible. (And we do it well. Trust me.)

So we had a nice little bonfire on Sunday evening. And of course, the whole project was my idea and I told Dave not to worry about it, that I’d take care of all of it, and that I just needed him for two seconds to help me lift something that was stuck in the mud, and then he ended up doing 80% of the work. Because he’s awesome that way. It was actually quite romantic to sit on a little blanket next to an open fire while the sun was setting. The weather was perfect for it, and it was all quite lovely. Until it got chilly and the mosquitoes came out. At which point I hightailed it inside and left Dave to baby-sit the fire alone.

In other news, Kris is moving out this Saturday. She found a nice little apartment that’s pretty close to her office, and she got a really good rent special on it. The only problem is that her house in Memphis won’t close until the middle of next month (still praying that works out), so she doesn’t have the money to move her furniture up yet. In the meantime, I’m lending her the bed in our guest room and some other odds and ends from around the house. One of her co-workers is giving her an old sofa, so she should be relatively well set up.

And I must say, even though I know it means I’ll get out of the house 10 or 15 minutes earlier in the morning, I am really going to miss Lucky when she moves out. I have totally fallen in love with that dog. Although I know Dave and our cats will breathe a collective sigh of relief and wish her a hearty “good riddance.” Oh well.

6 thoughts on “burn baby burn

  1. I’m sure nothing can quite fill the longing for a baby, but if Lucky’s leaving… getting a puppy might be a healthy distraction for your maternal instincts. πŸ™‚ Unconditional love, big eyes, lots of cuddling, uncoordinated dopey puppy paws.

    (Stopping now before Dave comes after me with a rolled-up newspaper and puts me in a crate.)

  2. >Unconditional love, big eyes, lots of cuddling, >uncoordinated dopey puppy paws

    I know Cin gets at least 3 of those things from hubby (arguably, all 4), but we *could* get a dog aswell. πŸ˜€

  3. Actually, when I got all sad and mopey about Lucky leaving, Dave suggested that we could get a dog. Although we’d have to get a puppy, so the cats could teach it who’s boss early on in the game.

    I don’t know, I think I’d rather just have a baby.

    Kris and I have been joking that we’ll set up a “visitation schedule” – meaning, a Saturday or two every month when Lucky can come over so she can romp around in our huge yard. I’m looking forward to that.

  4. Ah, but do you lick Cindy’s nose? Don’t answer that.

    Definitely. Do. Not. Answer that.


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