Friday Adro got off work a little early. Despite my office closing at 3 p.m. EST, the Eudora office stayed open until 4:30 p.m. CST. Adrianne and Boyd arrived, Evey and I were unprepared. We quickly got ready and hit the door.
Dinner? Yeah, dinner. Somewhere fancy, right?
Well, I stayed at the Ritz-Carlton Dove Mountain all week. Walked out of there with a $1K+ folio. Felt like taking it a little easy. How about Wendy's? Yeah. At the Legends. Good food, friendly older couple sat beside us and chit-chatted with us (reminded me a little of my Dad... told me to take the kids to Omaha for their air museum, zoo, etc.), and all for the low, low price of $13.
Next stop, Nebraska Furniture Mart. Wife did all the research. Found the new KING SIZE bed we wanted. Bought it. Thank you, we're gone.
Did not get the poker table I want, but it's in the works.
As we're heading towards the door, we're questioning... are these windows tinted, or is something Biblical heading this way?
Then, a lightning strike. Uh-oh.
Hauled ass to the Tucson. Intermittent rain the whole way home. Loved the way the new tires handled on the Tucson. Drive was a breeze, really. Evey, a little freaked out.
I get home, still more energy in the tank. Not sure why. I start cleaning the kitchen. Suddenly, I hear Evey screaming, "Get it off, get it off!"
I run into the living room. My little angel has one of those commons house spiders -- I don't think they bite -- on her leg. Harmless, but big and hairy, to a 7-year old. (In reality, the spider was smaller than my pinky fingernail.) I grab it, squish it a little, lose it, it falls between her legs again. I rebound it, and then smash the mutha &*#$@&'in shit out of it right in front of her. Evey is FREAKED OUT. But good wins over evil. Adrianne is holding her at this point. Evey asks if the spider is dead. I laugh. Apparently she didn't watch me annihilate it.
Typically, I hate killing things. I toe'd a grasshopper 10 times to get it out of the garage the other day. We're all God's creatures, I figure.
Freak out my daughter? You're DEAD.
Everyone goes to bed. I stay up late and continue to watch The Godfather 2... my first viewing.
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INTERMISSION: three hours have passed (in blog time)... a few more beers consumed.
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Saturday...
Adro makes the kids pancakes because Boyd has been demanding pancakes lately. Usually I make breakfast (and usually it's breakfast burritos) but I refuse to make pancakes (I think they're an awful, awful breakfast food) so this throws off the usual routine of Saturday mornings a bit. But the Joneses... they persevere.
On a typical weekend, while waiting for Adro to finish getting ready, I sit there and watch SportsCenter. Not this weekend, no, my friend. This weekend? I took Boyd and Eve outside, and started cleaning the garage.
BJ and Evey played Shinobi while I cleaned the garage and Rain-X'ed the windows on both vehicles.
See what I'm saying about pro-duct-ivity? And it's only Saturday morning!
Head to Lawrence. Stop by the animal shelter, apparently they don't open until 11:30 a.m. on Saturday mornings. We are looking to obtain a dog, once we meet the right little guy.
On to the barber shop. Adro drops the kids and I off. The place is packed, so we go shopping instead. We went shopping for Adro's birthday presents. The kids both picked out their own gifts for their mom. I got Adro a C-note to take to the casino. Good times.
Finally, the barber shop, where Boyd and I got cuts. Mediocre ones, at best. C'est la vie.
Adro came to pick us up. Back to the shelter. We didn't meet Mr. Right. The hunt continues.
From there, late lunch at McDonald's. We're apparently visiting every major fast food place this weekend. It was OK.
Then, on to Lupe and Rod's, where we swam for a few hours. Swimming at their place has become a favorite weekend activity, because their pool is awesome, private, and not-too-far. I pound a few beers, Evey does a few cannonballs, Boyd does a few belly-flops. We get to see the Vignerys and their baby Sylvia, who is a favorite of Evey's.
Finally, the drive home. Saturday is winding down.
(This post has become a brutal blow-by-blow. But I can't stop now.)
I pull into the house at 7:30. Enough time to mow the front yard? WHY NOT???
So I get into it. It's the weekend of pro-duct-ivity, right? Then, inspiration strikes. I decide to run-mow the backyard. Got it all done. Sweating profusely.
Come inside. Kids go to bed fairly early. Thinking about doing the same thing. Tired.
Instead? Blog. Make jukebox note cards. Look through old comics, searching for Marvel Super Heroes # 18. Stay up until 2 a.m. (Don't find Marvel Super Heroes # 18. Pissed.)
It is the weekend of pro-duct-ivity.
Until tomorrow.
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