Oh, cruel exhaustion and cranky hunger. This weekend we had tentative plans to go out and see a movie, walk through the dog museum... Something. It all depended on how we felt.
We had a stressful Friday. I didn't realize how worried I had been about taking a couple stray cats to the vet. I guess playing out possible scenarios in my head just led to a prolonged spike in blood pressure and a week of insanity on my part. Of course, the appointment went beautifully and the hubby and I still have vet privileges with my favorite veterinarian ever. One of my worst imagined possibilities was that he would throw up his hands and be done with us and all our actual pets. But then, how would he ever retire without us? The husband, always the voice of reason and calming influence, did so much to help me but it wasn't until it was all over that I finally relaxed. I guess I'd been one big ball of tense for days without even realizing it.
We had a lot of together time this weekend... But season 4 of Dexter also finally arrived from Netflix (it is wrong how happy that made me) and the hubby got to play a significant amount of his Soldier-y Battle game (what? Isn't that what it's called? Or is it Battle-y Soldiers?).
There was a chorus of "No, Dexter!" and gasping mixed with "Where is he? WHERE IS HE SHOOTING ME FROM!!! THIS IS BULLSH*T!" that met in the hallway and made beautiful indie music together... Yeah. We have our independent interests! That is good for a relationship! I will not give in! It's healthy! To be addicted to a show and a game... AH! Back it up, I am not diving any deeper into that right now.
Does napping count as a date? There was napping. Sort of. We were technically spending time together. Although his snoring could only charm me for so long during each nap since I have daytime insomnia (it's a thing! Right?). I got up because I can only be still and conscious for so long and watched Project Runway Saturday and made cupcakes Sunday. But I stared adoringly at him for the first 20 minutes each nap, so that's kind of romantic... Or creepy... We're married so I'm going with romantic. It's not stalking if he married you.
We also went somewhere that awakened the explorers and navigators within... Oooooo. Adventurous. So what if it was Sam's Club? They handed out a map when we walked through the door. They've moved everything in the entire damn warehouse. We're going to be confused for at least a year. We only deviated from the list once (Halloween candy!) so that counts as both productive and teamwork-y. Granted, I also got some spiced apple juice (juice was on the list! Shut it!) and then went into a diatribe about how Fall's here...
Time for the hottest summer on record in St. Louis to end!
Time for leaves to fall!
Time for pumpkin flavored everything!
TIME FOR ME TO BUST OUT THE FALL DECORATIONS.
Time for kitty puke to come in fall colors. Oh, fake fall foliage and its magical hold over kitties.
In other words, pre-Christmas time! Holla!
On second thought, I can see how this might not be construed as the most date-filled of weekends.
We did draw all the curtains and cuddle on the couch while watching an instant Netflix movie. This was followed by a couple episodes of Archer that we'd already seen. What is better than you and yours both finding the same thing equally hilarious? Good bonding! It counts! Right? RIGHT? Oh, fine.
We made puzzle date seem REALLY EXCITING. I concede. Less than date-worthy weekend wins this round. But it'll be the weekend again before we know it. We can do this! Right? Right! I will do a victory lap! I WILL!
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Wow, that was actually a pretty awesome weekend. I dream of spending weekends like that, someday. My weekend consisted of a little grocery shopping, cooking, eating, a massage from my sweety, and then like sleeping all day Sunday. Oh, and watching How I Met Your Mother. That's my newest obsession. Love that show.
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