Anatomy of a Dirty Weekend
To celebrate my 41st we decided to run away from home. Here is the gradual diluting of this plan.
The "almost" destination of a hot weekend with Matt.
Plan 1: Farm out offspring to various relatives. Get away with husband and have child-free weekend in Montreal. Turns out we can only get rid of the anarchists for one night, so we downsize the plan.
Plan 2: Farm out offspring to various relatives. Get away with husband and have child-free overnight in Montreal. Turns out one set of grandparents is campaigning for Obama and also giving speech and we got out dates wrong and didn’t give enough notice. Who does Obama think he is? He lost my vote.
Plan 3: Farm out offspring to various relatives and babysitter. Get away with husband and have child-free day hike, followed by romantic dinner. Turns out that while I wasn’t paying attention, our Vietnamese neighbors offered to come over and cook a meal for us. All my husband heard was “Vietnamese food” so he said “YES, we are available.” He forgot about the romantic dinner.
Plan 4: Farm out offspring to various relatives and babysitter. Get away with husband and have child-free day hike, followed by neighbors who don’t speak a lick of English (and my Vietnamese is non-existant) coming over and eating with us.
Plan 5: Who knows?
If we continue at this rate, it might be a swig of cold coffee on the way to Costco? Get struts fixed on the Chevy while we wait in filthy muffler-place room with mechanic magazines? Find the basement pipes that still need insulating and finally get it done, followed by leftovers?
Tags: Costco, day hike, marriage maintenance, Montreal, Obama, romance, rusty pipes, weekend
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October 23, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Don’t feel bad, sweetie. Dave and I spent our anniversary doing a head lice treatment on ourselves. Tori brought the little suckers home from school. Although he saw no lice on me and I saw no lice on him, the lovely Tori sleeps in our bed. Ergo the very romantic evening of greasy smelly heads covered in cheap shower caps and a thorough combing out with a nit comb. Way fun. I’m calling it “Louse-y Anniversary.”
October 24, 2008 at 8:08 am
I’m just hoping they remember mine. I’d best put it on the calendar. It worked for the ‘anniversary’ ~ the S.O noticed it the day after. Sigh.