Friday I was lazy but decided at the height of mosquito hour - 8:30pm - that it was a good time to mow the lawn. But then I MAY have accidentally cut the electric mower extension cord in half. Maybe. It was one of those "wow, I'm awesome" moments that we can all be pretty proud of.
Saturday Ma- and Pops-in-law came to see Hubby's concert. It was great. Except that Hubby
Sunday was Twitter movie night, and it was awesome. Except Johhny depp didn't join us. Bummer.
Tuesday was supposed to be "return to the death coffin waterslide" day, but the weather wasn't nice enough. So instead we went back to the mall and exchanged all of Hubby's shirts.
Then I finally bought a bike helmet and we went on a 15 km bike ride along the river. That's long for me. Shut it. Hubby later said that it was fun, but he won't be doing it again any time soon. I loved it, but my back is nearly immobile today. Pathetic wimpy back. (It didn't help that some harmless after-biking garden weeding eventually became two and half hours of obsessive/compulsive gardening, trimming, raking, and generally green-thumbing all over my yard.)
After all of that, Hubby said his highlight of the day was me in the aisle at dirty Canadian Tire trying on numerous cheap (and of course too large) bike helmets with the tags hanging in my face and the helmet sliding off the back of my head. Yeah, that was HILARIOUS.
Today was saved for a pedicure and lunch with my lovely pregnant friend. Her fortune cookie said she was more influential than she knows. True dat. Mine said to be a teacher I have to be a student. Fair play.
All of this has been speckled with reading my book in my back yard, napping, laundering, and cuddling with my cats. If the weather cooperates, I will attempt to conquer the death coffin waterslide again tomorrow. It was nice knowing you all.
I leave my new bike to Angela, my fuchsia x-trainers to Chick, and to Miss Sarcasm I leave all my cheese and my twitter account (so Jimmy Fallon can follow her too). I want Elle to have my wheelbarrow so she can return the favour. (She knows what that means.) And I think Theresa needs my "pool" for her "cottage", and maybe Carm needs all my underwear.
I love the rest of you, but I don't have any other cool stuff, so tell me what you want and I'll try to arrange it.
*This is not my real Will. Hubby gets everything. Maybe he'll honour this, and maybe he won't. You'll just have to wait and see.